Sonny, prompt #10: “I might have had a few shots.”
The door slammed open and Usnavi sat up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes, glancing at the old grandfather clock on the wall. It was 3am. What the hell?
He stood up, stretching a bit before padding out of his bedroom and into the living room. For some reason, he wasn’t surprised to see his baby cousin sitting upside down on the couch and giggling. Well, maybe not baby anymore.
“Sonny, you left the door open.” Usnavi sighed deeply, making his way to the door and closing it. The boy on the couch looked at him.
“What? No ‘why are you out past curfew Sonny’? No ‘I’m taking away your phone Sonny’? Who are you?” He slurred, practically falling off the burgundy couch trying to stand up.
“No, I won’t yell at you, because you’re eighteen, and I trust you to make good decisions,” He paused, glaring at Sonny. “And it’s three am. Frankly, I’m exhausted. Why are you drunk?”
“Whaaaat? Drunk? Not me, nope. The only drunk I am is drunk on life!” Sonny put his fist in the air and Usnavi reached out and lowered it. He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes.
“Sonny, did you have alcohol?” He asked.
“I might have had a few shots…” Sonny confessed, shrugging half-heartedly.
“Mijo, you can’t keep doing this. I know you and your friends are stressed about exams and colleges and graduating, but you can’t keep going out and getting drunk. It’s going to affect how you score.” Usnavi tried his best to talk to a drunken Sonny at 3am, but honestly, this was taking a tole on him.
“Okay, fine. I won’t.” Sonny mumbled, but it sounded more mocking than anything.
“Get some sleep, you dumbass.” Usnavi stood up, trudging back to his bedroom. Sonny couldn’t figure out if he was talking to him or himself.
