glassy eyes, hazy afternoons- Eddie Munson x Reader

6.0

Y/n nervously spun her hair around her finger as she sat in front of the mirror, waiting for the clock to flash 8:45 so they could leave

She dressed a little out of her comfort zone, but wore a flannel for safety and her jean jacket for warmth. At 8:35 she couldn't stand it anymore, and grabbed her bag to leave.

Y/n walked down the hallway to Sam's room, knocking on the cracked door. Sam opened it swiftly, with his jacket in hand. "I'm antsy." She said.

"Care to show me this ounce you bought from your drug dealer?" He asked nonchalantly. "I thought you'd never ask." She said as she turned on her heel to leave the house.

Their dad was already in bed, so they made sure to shut the door quietly and lock it behind them. Y/n skipped to the car, ready to listen to some tunes and hotbox in a parking lot with her brother again.

When the engine roared to life, they drove to the address Robin and Steve had given them, making sure to mention that the bar was a few miles outside of town and that they'd be there at 9:00.

The siblings rolled the windows down and turned up the radio when Rebel Yell by Billy Idol played. Y/n's hair whipped around her wildly, but she was too busy obnoxiously singing at the top of her lungs with Sam to care that it was going to be a knotted mess when they came to a stop shortly.

When they reached the outskirts of town and saw the red neon sign glowing in the distance, Y/n reached for the pencil case in her bag, filled with the prerolls Eddie rolled just for her.

Sam parked behind the bar and turned off the engine and lights to remain unseen. He kept the battery on so the radio continued to play, the light illuminated the back exterior of the bar and into the cab just enough. Y/n opened her pencil case and plucked out two joints.

"Whoa there, tiger, two?" He looked at her questioningly. She shrugged, "c'mon, special occasion? I'm a big girl now, chill." She said placing the joints between her lips and digging her lighter out of her pocket.

Sam shook his head, holding his hand out waiting for her to hand one to him. When she got the light started, she puffed quickly to get them going and handed one to him.

"Windows up." He said as he held it in his teeth, rolling the window up manually and nodding for her to do the same. "We're going to smell like shit, Sam." She said, obeying anyway.

"We're going to smell anyway!" He said as a matter of fact. Y/n didn't respond, she just puffed, and kept her eye glued to the clock on the dash.

8:47

They had exactly 13 minutes for her to get as tranquil as possible, and it was a challenge she was willing to accept.

Sam switched the radio over to the cassette deck and This Charming Man by The Smiths played, the upbeat track causing his head to bop wildly. He passionately lip synced to Morrisey, Y/n watching and not bothering to suppress her laughter.

She rolled down the window slightly to knock off her ashes, but as she did so she heard the crunching of gravel under shoes approaching the vehicle.

There was no use in ditching the joints, the smoke was too thick and wafting up to the stars as a couple of familiar faces ducked down to the window of the Bronco.

"Hey-o, I didn't know it was this kinda party!" Robin said cheerfully.

"Ahhh! So glad you guys could make it, hop in!" Sam said with an inviting wave of his hand, visibly baked.

Y/n reached behind her and unlocked the back door for the two to crawl in. Robin and Steve clamored into the car and shut the door swiftly behind them.