The next morning Eddie woke up early and mindlessly stumbled into the kitchen to make coffee. Not fully registering where he was, he looked at the k-cup pods on the counter and squinted at them.

When did Benny get these?

Shrugging he popped one into the Keurig and walked back into the living room to flop on the fluffy rug again. As he held it against his cheek, he inhaled and was hit with the smell of lavender.

Blinking rapidly in surprise, he pulled the rug away from his face and stared at it intently.

That can't be right. Anything in our studio has never smelled this clean and weed-free a day in its life.

Slowly standing up he began taking in his surroundings and realized he was absolutely NOT in the studio or the band's shared flat.

From the kitchen he heard the Keurig buzz and shrugged.

Shit I mean it's not the worst place to wake up to. Plus free coffee?

"Well I'm sold," he muttered aloud.

Taking a sip of the coffee, he looked at the mug with raised eyebrows.

"Goddamn this is good."

He took a bigger sip to make sure he wasn't just imagining things and felt the brew burn the tip of his tongue.

"Okay so not a dream, cool. I guess I should probably figure out how I got here and hope Tequila Tom didn't break into a stranger's home," he chuckled softly.

Taking care not to spill his coffee on the white tile as he walked out of the kitchen, he looked down and noticed two blue bowls tucked against the side of the island. Eddie put his mug on the counter and slowly lowered himself down to inspect the bowls.

What the-

The sound of scrabbling claws suddenly echoed throughout the apartment and a blur of fur shot out of the hallway and barreled towards him.

Jumping up, Eddie backed away as quickly as he could and tried to evaluate whether or not he was about to get attacked by the creature.

The fluffy mass skidded to a stop at his feet and looked up at him happily, it's tongue lolling out of its mouth.

"Oh thank god," Eddie exhaled heavily, reaching a tentative hand down to pet the dog's head.

"Who's a good doggy? It's you! Good doggies don't maul me," he grinned, the dog's tail thumping on the hardwood happily.

Looking around to see where the dog came from, he heard the shuffle of feet and looked up towards the hallway.

A young woman stepped into view rubbing her eyes sleepily and glancing at the couch. Seeing it was empty, she turned slowly and lay eyes on Eddie petting her dog in the kitchen.

"Oh hey. I see you met Josie," she grinned.

Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Who knew boxers could look that good?

Seeing him eyeing her, the woman glanced down at her pajamas and snorted.

"They're from an ex. I stole them along with his dignity."

Eddie gave her a dazed smile and still didn't speak, taking her all in. She tilted her head and crossed her arms.

"Hangover still hittin ya, huh Munson?"

He raised his eyebrows at the mention of his name.

"Yes? Wait okay I'm super sorry but I don't really remember-"

"Where you are and who I am? I figured you'd forget. You were fucking plastered last night sir. Had to pay a strange Uber driver that gave vaguely ominous advice to drag your ass into the elevator and everything."

Walking over to the kitchen, she wiggled past him and opened a cabinet. Josie's tail started thumping even faster and she stood up to go wait by her bowl patiently. Glancing back and forth between the woman and Josie, Eddie nodded to himself.

Cute dog AND cute girl? Not bad, Munson, not bad.

The young woman stood up and walked over to Josie's bowl with a scoop of dog food and dropped it into the bowl. Oddly, the dog just stared at the bowl expectantly as her owner walked away to put the scoop back in the bag.

Raising an eyebrow, Eddie bent over to look at Josie's bowl and talked over his shoulder.

"Why isn't she eating?"

Walking over to the bowls, the woman picked up the empty dish and began filling it with water.

"Cuz she's waiting for the toppings."

Intrigued, Eddie leaned against the counter next to the woman.

"Wait so she waits for you to tell her to eat? Like you trained her to do that?"

The woman shook her head.

"Nah I can't even take the credit for that trick. She just does it on her own, always has since I got her as a puppy. It's kinda funny but she has better table manners than like, half the dudes I bring home for dinner."

She turned off the faucet and walked around Eddie to put the water down. Immediately Josie began lapping up the water and the woman pointed at Eddie.

"Can you grab me the sweet potatos and carrots? They're in a little container all cubed up."

Eddie turned and realized she was pointing past him at the fridge. Confused by the random mention and subsequent dismissal of the men in her life, Eddie shrugged and opened the fridge.

Weird that I can't remember hooking up with her. Or why I stayed the night cuz that's definitely a no-no.

He grabbed the container of veggies and tossed it to the girl. She caught them and opened the lid, grabbing a handful and dropping them on top of Josie's kibble.

"Eat up, kid."

Josie immediately began scarfing down her food loudly and both of them looked at each other and laughed.

Eddie walked around the island and stood next to the girl watching Josie swallow the sweet potato chunks whole.

"You were saying something about her having table manners earlier, right?," he chuckled.

She shook her head and set the container down, crossing her arms and watching Josie contently.

"Yeahhhh. Maybe I should have called them her pre-potato manners."

He grinned as he watched Josie over the woman's shoulder. He liked being taller than most people and very much enjoyed feeling like he was the perfect height for this girl.

Dude why are you even thinking about that right now? Be chill.

"So," he cleared his throat.

She turned to him and noticed his coffee on the counter next to his hand.

"Which one is that?"

His brow furrowed.

"Huh?"

"The coffee. What flavor?"

He relaxed a little and shrugged.

"Uhh I don't know. Cinna-something I think."

"Ooh the Cinnabon ones? My friend just got me those," she smiled excitedly.

He nodded towards the mug.

"You can try it if you want."

She smiled.

"Gee thanks I'd love to try my own coffee from my own home."

She smirked and grabbed his mug, sipping as she looked up at him.

Is it weird that I kinda like her already?

She held the mug out to him until he grabbed it before she slid on her socks over to the fridge. Opening it she started pushing things around inside the fridge as he stood there dazed by how he felt towards this random woman already.

Finally she found what she was looking for and waved the jug at him.

"It'll be better with this."

He arched an eyebrow curiously as she shut the fridge with her foot and walked over to him.

"I mean okay."

She pulled another mug out of a cabinet and plopped it down next to his.

"Trust me Munson...this shit is gonna be life changing."

She poured some of the liquid into her cup and then took the mug from him. Looking like she was about to pour the liquid into his drink too, he grabbed her arm as she was tilting the jug.

"Okay okay hold on. Not that I don't trust you or anything but I do subscribe to the whole 'stranger danger' thing so what exactly is that stuff you're about to give me?"

She groaned and set the mug down.

"God how sheltered do your managers keep you? It's oat milk."

He looked at her confused.

"Dairy alternative? The better version of almond milk? Fruity bitches love it, including me?"

He smirked but still shook his head.

She rolled her eyes and swiped the mug, tipping the oat milk in before he could protest.

"It's only a little bit! I promise you'll love it and if not," she screwed the cap back on with a flourish, "you can get your revenge and I'll drink something you pick out."

He grinned at her mischievously.

"Really? So you're saying if I hate the milk then it's dealer's choice and you'll drink whatever I give you?"

She narrowed her eyes at his boldness.

"Within reason."

He grinned wider and nodded mockingly.

"Well of course."

Without another word he took a swig of the coffee mixture and set the mug down, a look of deep concentration plastered on his face.

She stared at him for a minute and he looked at her with a disappointed look on his face.

She pushed his shoulder and laughed.

"Stop it you know the milk was good with it. It's fucking cinnamon bun coffee, no shot it's bad!"

He shrugged silently and tried to hold back a smile. She narrowed her eyes at him and reached for the mug.

"Well then let me try it since your uncultured taste buds don't appreciate a good coffee blend"

He held the cup out of reach and backed away.

"Nahhh just trust me, it's not good. And I didn't like it so you gotta let me have my revenge," he smirked. She grabbed for the mug again and he darted around her, putting a hand over the mug to keep it from sloshing as he ran into the living room.

"Trust me, you don't want any! I should probably just throw it out."

Josie had finished eating and seeing Eddie and her mom running around, she decided to join the chase and bolted towards Eddie. He laughed and dodged the canine whirlwind and the whirlwind's mother, running down the hallway and into the first room he could find.

As he looked around, he saw paintings and sketches covering the walls and set the mug down to gawk at them in amazement.

Running in behind him, the woman snatched up the mug and downed the rest of it. Poking him, she waved the mug at him.

"Liar!"

He snapped out of it and looked down at her.

"Huh? Aw shit you drank it?"

She nodded triumphantly.

"Admit it was good."

He shrugged good-naturedly.

"Perhaps I didn't find it completely repulsive."

She scoffed.

"Wooow how dramatic."

Looking at him with a smile, she tilted her head to gaze at him intently.

"You know I like this version of you a lot better than the version I dealt with last night."

His eyes widened as he remembered that she was, in fact, still a stranger and not someone he'd known forever.

"Oh. I mean if I was drunk enough not to remember you I must have been really out of it. Sorry for whatever I might have done last night, I swear I wouldn't have done it if I had been sober."

She smiled gently and patted his arm reassuringly.

"It wasn't that bad. You just pet my carpet, made fun of my career, and attempted to seduce me. Could've been much worse I imagine."

He felt his face grow hot and he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.

"Jesus Christ. Did I really?"

She smiled apologetically and nodded.

"Yeahhh. It's okay though, I could tell it was just because you were on a shit load of stuff."

He laughed but still felt embarrassed that she had seen him like that. Which was weird the more he thought about it because he had apparently only met her last night.

Straightening up he walked out into the living room with her and sat next to Josie on the couch, petting her nervously as he tried to remember the night before.

"If you don't mind me asking...what exactly happened last night? If you're comfortable repeating it, I mean."

She plopped down next to him and sighed.

"Yeah so I let you sleep here cuz I couldn't find your buddies and you forgot your manager's number. I think you heard me talking to my editor on the phone cuz when we got back here you got upset at me for not hanging out with you or something? Still not sure but you were quite the belligerent drunk and made fun of my magazine, my company, and my work ethic until I came out of my room and told you off."

Eddie's eyes widened and she grinned at how red his cheeks were getting.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry," he said.

She laughed lightheartedly and patted his knee.

"I forgive you. Though that's not even the end of the story but if that's all you can handle, I understand."

His mouth fell open and he looked at her with fear in his eyes.

"That wasn't the end? Jesus. Yeah uh just tell me so I can wallow in my shame and never do it again."

She nodded and grinned, ready to see how red he got when she told him about what he did in the kitchen.

"Well I yelled at you a bit and you told me you 'fuck hard.' Then when I attempted to ignore you by hiding in the kitchen you came in and..."

She made eye contact with him and he looked down at his lap.

"Oh no."

"Nothing happened if that's what you're worried about. I mean not really. Plus you were so drunk I would've felt bad even if I had taken you up on your offer-"

She stopped herself and looked away from him, contemplating whether or not she should keep that part to herself. He mustered up the courage to look at her and was even more disturbed seeing that she was afraid to look at him.

"What did I do? Please tell me if it was bad, I really need to stop drinking and if I did anything to scare you or-"

She looked at him again and put a hand on his knee comfortingly.

"Oh god no you didn't do anything bad. You just...asked me to 'visit' you in the morning. For a 'fun surprise' I believe you called it."

His face was burning hotter than ever and the part she didn't realize was that Eddie was starting to remember that part of the evening.

Shit. I definitely remember the thoughts I had when she grabbed onto my arms with her nails last night, that's for sure.

He blinked a few times to clear his thoughts and was relieved to see her smiling at him.

"Dear god I'm so sorry. That was definitely...not appropriate of me. Thanks for helping me out of a tight spot though, I really appreciate that. Even more so now that I know I was being a royal asshat yesterday."

She nodded and shrugged.

"No problem. I never thought I'd get to have America's favorite rock star bassist in my home sooo I guess we both got something out of your drunken rampage."

He smiled, relieved, and scratched behind Josie's ears now that she had rested her head in his lap. Josie's mom removed her hand and stood up, walking over to the kitchen. Poking her head over the breakfast bar, she called out to Eddie.

"Want breakfast before we call your keepers?"

He gave a jaunty thumbs up and she returned it, opening the fridge to grab ingredients.

"Hey so uh...what was your name again? I can't remember if I ever asked," he called.

She popped her head over the bar again.

"Y/n!"

He smiled to himself.

Cute.

He kept scratching Josie's ears as he contemplated his next move.

How can I get these girls to stick around after today? And how do I avoid getting murdered by my manager and the guys before I can put that plan into action?