Who: Just a couple of Dicks. What: Dicking around Where: The Doors. When: Dick O’Clock
Even though Richie had never really been to a proper party before, he was pretty positive that he’d never be to one as good as that one ever again. It had just been — a pretty great night. All of it. Just a lot of fun. It’d been really fun hanging out with Eddie like that.
Now that it was over, Richie was sort of looking at what they had in their house with the kind of critical eye only a teenager could have. There was no tv or radio or cassette tape player. There was no food, and they hardly had any clothes even to their names. How was Richie going to amass a great giant collection of (hopefully novelty, but any would do for now) ties? There were no stores here really, except Van Dyne’s and the selection was pretty limited for what he wanted.
From what he understood those mysterious Doors were the way to go — the place you needed to go in order to get anything and everything. Richie didn’t really know what he was picturing when he thought of the doors. Maybe some kind of … fucked up and confused mall? But maybe not — random doors in random houses were something that he knew enough to be at least a little wary of.
Which was why he sought out Dick. Who had the worst nickname, but had offered to be brotherly and take him if he kept cool about it. And since Dick himself had been cool about handing out the snacks (and occasionally healthy things) and not getting on anyone’s (Richie’s) case, he figured he ought to take him up on the offer. Which was why he was knocking on Dick’s door at a weird time of night. Because he had a need and a curiosity to be taking care of, but he also didn’t want Eddie getting mad at him so — well. Now was the time.