Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

How Many Drinks?

Y/N's POV
Monday, September 16, 1985.

"Woo!" Eddie howled, pumping his fists as we walked out of Mr. Clarke's class together. He had handed our grades back from Friday's test on our way out of class and Eddie passed with a C- and was ecstatic to say the least. "I'm a fucking genius, y/n! My brain hurts from how big and juicy it is."

"Gross, Eddie," I groaned at his vulgar expression of excitement. We reached my locker and I opened it before unloading the hefty calculus textbook into it. "I'm proud of you, though. I'm certain you can continue improving if we keep at it. We could have another session-"

"Can you stop being a nerd for, like, five seconds to appreciate my brilliance?" He rolled his eyes at me, fake irritation paining his face before he went back to grinning. He grasped a hand at the top of my locker door and leaned into it. "I was actually thinking we could skip out on the studying tonight to celebrate me passing."

"How?" I slammed my locker door shut, making Eddie stumble forward slightly.

"I don't know, what do friends do?" He pressed a finger to his lips as he sat deep in thought for a moment. Suddenly, his face lit up and his eyebrows shot up, disappearing under the front of his hair as an idea popped into his head. "A bar! Let's go to a bar!"

"I'm only eighteen, I'm not old enough to get into a bar," I reminded him.

"Neither am I, but I still go all the time," Eddie shrugged as he began walking me to the newsroom. "Just wear a low cut top and you'll be fine."

"It's a school night, Eds." He beamed briefly at my use of the nickname and I bit back a smile, looking down at my sneakers.

"I don't know what we could do, then, that was my only idea," He slapped his hands against his lap.

"We could go bowling," I suggested as we arrived outside the newsroom.

"Fine, but I'm bringing my flask with me," He nodded. I scrunched my eyebrows at him and he threw up his hands in defense. "It's a special occasion."

"Whatever tickles your fancy," I sighed before waving to him and entering the newsroom.

***

Journey echoed through the bowling alley as we walked up to the front desk. The attendant slowly turned around from organizing the shoe rack, alerted of our presence by Eddie ringing the bell on the counter, and we were met with a familiar face.

"Keith? You work here too?" I asked, surprised to be seeing my boss.

"I work a lot of places," Keith dragged out each word, sounding as if he was half asleep, as he smacked his gum obnoxiously. "Existing is expensive, y/n."

"Sorry," I muttered sheepishly.

"A game and two pairs of shoes," Eddie said as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. Keith's eyes slowly moved from me, to Eddie, and then back to me as a sly smile crept onto his face.

"This your boyfriend?" He pointed between Eddie and me. I was taken aback, having never seen any expression other than "dead" on Keith's face before. I was also flustered at the inquiry, my history with Eddie making the situation that much more awkward.

"Him? Pfft, no! He's just my buddy," I stiffly punched Eddie in the arm, my embarrassment overtaking my body. Eddie chuckled at my awkward reaction, slinging his arm over my shoulders to put me in a headlock.

"My pal," Eddie laughed a strained laugh as he gave me a noogie, taking the piss out of my embarrassment.  I glared up at him and pushed him off me before ruffling my hair back in to place.