Reddie Oneshots

Drunken Trashmouth

|| the one where Richie is drunk ||

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It was half-past eleven. Sonia Kaspbrak was still away at her sister's house, which left Eddie home alone. His mother had told him she'd be returning sometime throughout the late night to the early morning which meant no secret sleepovers. So, Eddie sat in his bedroom by the window and watched the moonlit sky with a bored expression plastered over his face.

"This sucks" Eddie mumbled to the quiet room around him. He couldn't sleep. He spent half of his day asleep. Was it due to being tired? No. He was just enjoying the fact that he actually could without his mother checking in on him and forcing him to get out of bed. He really enjoyed it but now? Now he regretted it. 

Eddie turned to his small radio and turned it on. He scanned through the stations and listened to the awkward static and clustered music that overlapped until he finally stopped on a station he recognized. Soft rock played through the speakers and his fingers instantly started to tap along to the music. 

He turned back to the window. As his gaze made it to the glass, his body jumped and a terrified screech made its way through his parted lips. Just outside his window, a face stared back at him. It took a second for his mind to register the familiarity of the boy staring at him through the glass. Richard Tozier. Eddie rolled his eyes and pushed the window open.

"You almost gave me a damn heart attack" Eddie snapped. His mouth closed as the whiff of alcohol made it into his nose. Eddie's eyebrows lowered and he gazed over his best friend. Richie's eyes were tinted red and half closed while a goofy grin spread over his face.

"Sorry, Eds!" Richie's words slurred together while his hands fumbled to grab the inside of the window. Eddie quickly grabbed Richie's arms and helped him inside, very well knowing the boy would fall back out onto the ground if he didn't.

"Are you-... Are you drunk?" Eddie stared at Richie in half disbelief. 

"Are YOU drunk?" Richie laughed and shoved his scrawny finger toward Eddie's annoyed face. "I'm as sober as a...something sober" his laughs turned into little chuckles as he made his way over to the bed.

"That's bullshit" Eddie sighed heavily. "Where the hell did you get alcohol?"

"I crashed a party" Richie shrugged casually and fell over onto the bed with a grunt following his actions. "I mean, not really. She knew I was comin' but if I say I crashed it-... Boy, do I sound fuckin' cool"

"You don't sound cool either way" Eddie closed the window and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes never left Richie. "Are you stupid? And why are you even here? My mother would freak"

"Your mother would be BEGGING me to go back to her bedroom, Eds" Richie laughed harder and held his arms over his stomach. Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "Anyway, Spaghetts, I'm here because I was such a good, good boy!"

"Clearly not Richie, you're drunk"

"Hey, I was offered a ride home. I took that shit instead of driving myself!" 

"And you're here why?"

"Oh, yeah, so-" Richie sat up and his eyes struggled to focus on Eddie's still annoyed face. "So this guy that was driving, right? He was fuckin' wasted Eds. Wasted! This fucker was drivin' drunk!-.. Aw, your grumpy face looks so damn cute, Eds. Anyway, so yeah he was drunk. I was like hell no! And I made this dude pull over and I got my ass out of that car" Richie smiled proudly. "Just down the street too" Richie threw his arm out to point in the direction he thought the car had stopped. Eddie sighed.