𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 || EDDIE MUNSON

Halloween's Drunken Gospel

EDDIE grinned wickedly as he spoke, "And suddenly..." He said suspensefully, "There was a tentacle, raising high above the sea level," Eddie slowly rose his head above his head, relishing in the anticipation on the faces of his club members. "Crash!" He yelled, slamming his hand on the table, the party in front of him jumping from the sudden noise. "Another rises, only this time..." Eddie brought his feet into the chair, crouching as he leaned forward.

Suddenly the phone rang, causing everyone to let out a groan of annoyance. The tensions were high and the game was coming to a climax. Mike stood up aggravated, the boy trudged his way up the stairs. Picking up the wall phone a little more roughly than he intended. "Hello?" he asked monotonously.

"Is this-" There was a guttural sound, "Nancy Wheeler's home?" The voice a feminine and... Drunk?

"She's not home right now," Mike said impatiently.

"No, no," The girl slurred. "I wasn't looking for her, I was looking for you." She corrected.

"Who is this?" Mike asked, his face scrunching in confusion.

"Well, I'm looking for Eddie Munson really," Mike heard shuffling along with a few grunts and grumbles. "Is-" she cleared her throat. "Is he there?"

"Yeah, hold on." Mike rolled his eyes, placing the phone down. "Eddie!" Mike called, "It's for you!"

Eddie walked haphazardly up the stairs, his head bobbing lazily. The boy grabbed the phone, leaning against the wall. "Hello?"

"Eddie! It's Brandy!" Brandy breathily said into the phone, "I may or may not have had like... A lot to drink,"

Eddie leaned against the wall, a half-amused half annoyed look on his face. "You called me, to tell me that you were drunk?" he asked, pinching his nose bridge.

"Oh no!" Brandy quickly said, "And that my designated driver is also drunk, I'm also calling from a phone booth," She added. There was a clattering sound, followed by muffled curses and the sounds of movement. "I am calling from the bottom of a phone booth." Brandy corrected as she sat down, her dress no doubt getting dirty.

"Do you have a way home?" He asked slowly.

Brandy's laugh chimed through the phone, "My mom thinks I'm staying with Chrissy," She wheezed. "I could hitchhike home," She thought out loud, "I mean what are the chances of me getting Ted Bundyed?" She asked genuinely.

"A little too high for my liking, and if you could think right now, I'm pretty sure you would agree," Eddie confessed, already thinking of an excuse to tell his club mates. "Where are you right now?" He asked in seriousness.

"The phone booth at Miller park," Her slurred words were barely audible. "I had to walk to even get here, somebody trashed Carver's phone," She chuckled breathlessly.

"Okay, that's a bit funny." Eddie admitted, "I'll be there in ten. Do. Not. Move." He told her.

"Oh I don't think I could if I wanted to," Her voice was muffled yet echoey, followed by a swallow.

"Are you still drinking?" He asked.

"No." Brandy denied, bringing the red cup away from her lips slowly, looking around skeptically like he could see her.

"I'm gonna go now, if you move I'm going to assume you got stolen." Eddie put the phone back on the wall, walking down the steps he clapped his hands together, intertwining them. "Gentlemen, it's your lucky day." The boy shook his clasped together palms at them. Everyone gave him odd and expecting looks, curiosity on their youthful faces. "You get twenty minutes to conspire against me while I'm gone," He told them quickly with a theatrical tone, waiting for the backlash that was no doubt coming.