glassy eyes, hazy afternoons- Eddie Munson x Reader

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Friday morning meant two things for Y/n: the end of her first week at a new school and it was time to try to score some pot.

Y/n sluggishly made her way across the room, boxes scattered about—half of the contents from each box spilling onto the floor around them. She wandered around gathering her clothes for the day and wondered how she would find the best person to buy from.

She'd never had to score on her own before, which was pretty nerve wracking. When she lived in her previous town, she always had her brother, Sam, to rely on or one of his trusted friends, and if not there, her own friends always knew where to go.

But her brother and his friends weren't here anymore, and neither were her own.

After she got her clothes on, Y/n pulled open her desk drawer and grabbed the lone pencil case at the very back.

As she peered inside, she concluded that she could roll one last joint to smoke before she has to talk to a scary drug dealer.

She sighed as she plopped down on the desk chair and emptied the contents of the bag onto the table top.

Her mind wandered to her brother, and if he was having as good of a time as he'd hope to have at college.. 100 miles away. He was sure to make friends quickly, he always had. And in a way, he was the only reason she acquired friends in the first place.

She recalled how he helped her with social skills her sophomore year, and how he invited her nearly everywhere he went with his friends. That lead to her trying pot for the first time.

"Remember to ask questions about whatever they're talking about, people love talking about themselves."  He'd said in the car on the way to the party.

Y/n nodded, going over the mental list of social rules and conversation taboos. "How do I know when to ask the question?" She scrunched her brow together, eyeing her brother.

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes on the road for a moment in thought. "I'd wait til they're done talking, and ask about the most interesting part of what they said. If they don't stop talking, just nod every once in a while." Sam nodded, demonstrating.

"I know how to nod, asshole." Y/n rolled her eyes, hiding a smile.

Sam parked the car and turned off the ignition. "Alright, kid. You ready?" He said with a hopeful smile.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"And the safe word is?" He asked as she opened the door, just barely. "Dude can we call it anything besides a safe word?" She pleaded like an embarrassed child.

"Okay, okay, the 'code word'?"

" 'dude, wanna Budweiser?'"

"Excellent. You're gonna kill them." He looked at her proudly as they walked instep to the crowded and roaring house.

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About twenty minutes into the party, Y/n found Sam in a circle in a corner of the smokey room, and walked faster to join him.

Ready to bail, she nudged her brothers elbow as he took a hit of the fresh blunt. "Uh, uh, no way. You're not bailing right now. You haven't even tried any party activities! Like this, I bet this will soothe all your little worries." He held out the weed and the people in the circle eyed you with hope.

"Is this her first time?" Someone whispered as if they were in church. Sam nodded for Y/n, their eyes locked in silent conversation.

"Why the hell not." Y/n sighed gathering her bearings before the coughing ensues. "Atta girl!" Sam praised, and the others clapped.