Yeah, exactly. Soda pop and malts. Richie grinned, a chocolate smile that he washed away with cherry wine.
He threw the cleaning supplies from under the sink into a box next, but pushed it to the side of the room, kept it on the floor. He'd need that stuff later, but he'd feel better if he just systematically emptied out all the cabinets. Luckily he did fuck all in the way of cooking so the fridge and the cupboards weren't going to take much work.
"Oh," he said, of that moment. When they'd been kids. He knew what she was talking about, and the strangest part about it now was that he didn't really think it was all that strange anymore. "You guys made me wait outside. To be the lookout." He'd heard about it later though, and he was gonna be honest, he wasn't sorry he'd missed out on the murder cleaning party.