Stranger Things - Imagines (Book 2)

Eddie Munson X Reader - Waking Up In Vegas

A/N - This chapter was inspired by the song Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry. I hope you all enjoy it.

Your mouth had never been this dry before, you were almost certain of it. I mean, sure, every time you woke up after a big night out, it felt like you'd been chewing on cotton wool whilst you slept, but this was something different. It was like someone had hoovered up every last drop of moisture from inside your mouth and God was it an awful sensation. 

You grumbled, peeking open your eyes in search of some form of hydration. Hell, you would take anything right now. Water. Coffee. Even more alcohol if it meant you could get rid of the sensation of your tongue slowly turning into sandpaper. This time, you were lucky. Clearly, you'd had enough drunken foresight to see this coming and had left yourself a bottle of water on the bedside table, glistening perfectly in the early dawn peaking through the curtains of your hotel room.

As you stretched out your arm towards the oasis before you, you heard Eddie let out a soft grumble behind you. He had never been an early riser, and especially not when he had a hangover. "Stop moving," he muttered, turning over in an attempt to pretend you weren't shuffling around on the other side of the bed. 

"Quit whining," you uttered back, rolling your eyes as you made the final stretch towards the bottle, sighing with relief when you unscrewed the lid and took a lifesaving sip. "Water?"

He huffed again, turning back to face you. "What time is it?" You stifled a snort of laughter when he sat up slightly, his hair all ruffled and messy, sticking out at odd angles. "I asked you a question, Chuckles," he pressed, shoving your shoulder lightly as you glanced over at the clock beside you. 

"11:30," you answered quietly, settling down a little further into the pillows. "If you want to go back to sleep, I'll give you until 12, but we've got to go and do some exploring today. I'm not wasting this trip just lounging around the hotel room; it cost too much," you murmured. When you'd agreed to come away with Eddie, you'd had to find ways of cutting costs to make the trip work. You'd agreed to share a room with him, even though it would mean a lack of privacy, and the inability to bring anyone back to the hotel for a hookup. And you'd found the cheapest flights possible, even though they left stupidly early in the morning. You'd even packed a bunch of snacks, scavenged from your Mom's kitchen cupboards, into your suitcase to save money on food.

"I feel like shit," he breathed out, finally taking the water bottle from your hands and taking a deep gulp. "What time did we even get back to the room?"

You shrugged slightly. "I don't even remember leaving the casino," you confessed. "The last thing I do remember was you betting me I couldn't finish that dumb giant cocktail in one go, and that I won that bet fair and square," you told him. 

"That was at, like, 8 PM," he muttered, falling back into his pillow. "We must've done something else," he pressed on. 

"I don't know," you grumbled, lifting your hand to wipe the sleep out of your eyes, only to pause when you noticed the thick ring circling your finger. A soft chuckle slipped out of you. "You must've lost this," you murmured, holding your hand out for him to look. 

"Keeping it on your ring finger so that everyone thinks I've made an honest woman of you?" he teased, twisting it around your finger before hesitating, looking between your hand and his. "Weird," he uttered.

 "What?" you murmured, brow furrowing slightly. 

He hesitated for a moment, nodding for you to look at his hand. "I normally wear this one-" he started, pointing at the ring settled neatly on his ring finger. "On that finger," he added, pointing at his index finger. "I always wear them in the same order," he added softly, glancing up at you to find you frowning down at him.