Hamilton X Reader

Drunk!Alexander Hamilton X Reader

    Your Point of View

      I walked down the dusty roads, trying to find Kingsly's Bar. My friend Hercules Mulligan requested I try the beer sometime, and well, now was that sometime. I wanted to grab a beer and just chill out by myself.

      I walked for about six more minutes before I finally got to the bar. It looked pretty trashy with crap all over the ground, but hey, you can't judge a book by its cover. I pushed the heavy oak door to reveal a few shabby wood tables and uncomfortable looking chairs. A few guys were gathered a one long table that seemed to be charred. They all had mugs of beer on the table. One of them had five mugs around them, and seemed to be downing the sixth one. He had slick black hair and lightly tanned skin. He had some light peach fuzz around his mouth, and a sunken face. I grimaced. He must be drunk out of his mind.

    He sees me and makes intense eye contact. I start sweating, I'm not really used to meeting new people. He grins like a baboon and saunters clumsily over to me. He giggles and tries to talk to me.

    "Hiiiiiiiiiii! I'm Al- Al-" he scrunched his fore head and continues his sentence.
"Al-ex-an-der! Yeah that's my name!" I sigh and mumble

    "Yep. That's great." He gives you a pout.

    "What's wrong?" He slurs to you. You shuffle awkwardly away from him and sit in the back corner of the bar. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his table. It was nice and quiet for a minute. For a minute. Then Alexander came back and slide a beer to you. He started at you dreamily and mumbled something under his breath. I gagged, mostly because his breath was icky.

"Hey baby?" I started staring at the table, burning red from embarrassment. He then stood on the top of his chair. He cleared his throat and shouted

"WHAT THE HECK I GOT-" I quickly pulled him down and slammed my hand over his mouth.

"What do you want from me?" I hissed aggressively at the smiling doofus in front of me. He leaned in and said

"I want to-" he hiccuped extremely loud. Slowly, he closed his eyes and fell asleep on the table. I groaned and put one of his arms around my shoulder. Hercules came into the bar and waved at you like a wild maniac.

    "SoOoOoO, Y/N, I see you've finally met the Oh so famous Alexander Hamilton!" I glared at him and shoved an asleep Alexander in his arms.

    "I'm going home." I said in a grumpy way. I stomped outside and down the block to my house. I go back to my room and let myself fall onto my straw filled bed. The bed was surprisingly comfortable for this particular night.

*time skip because heather told me so*

You woke up with a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You sucked in a breath. Tears form in the corner of your eyes, afraid of who was doing the cuddling. As fast as a fox you glance over at the figure. A sigh formed as you realized it was only Alexander, and Hercules was asleep on the chair. You tried to move but the grip became tighter.

You smack Alex's face and he jolted like a lightning bolt. He then clutched his forehead and groaned. You snicker and pat his back as hard as you can.

    "Morning Alexander." He cringed (°>° cheep cheep I'm a bird).

    "Who are you?"

    "Oh so you don't remember me from last night?"

   He smirked "Is there something I want to remember." You mentally laugh and go with it.

    You batted your long lashes and seductively laughed. You got up out of bed, and sashayed down the hallway.

    "Wow....I wish I could remember our....busy night." Hercules chuckled and said

    "If only you could."

Sorry it's short
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