Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
Someone was going to have a lot of regrets when they found that booze, interesting as it was, Richie wasn't sure if he'd have been able to buy into the idea of having more of it. At least not when there was other stuff on offer, yet. He did mean it when he said he had plans on throwing up tonight though. Those were his only solid plans at all, in fact.
Maybe he'd meet up with Eddie and Stan later. Maybe they could pull themselves out of the horror and have some fun, catch up in ways that didn't make them all sad. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
If nothing else, he knew he'd still crawl into bed with Eddie at the end of the night, so there was that. One shining perfect thing. Perfect enough to make him feel a little confident in the now.
Like, with Bill putting his hands up around his neck, and his hands on Richie's back. It was ridiculous. This wasn't how people danced to the Monster Mash at all. But maybe Bill just didn't know that. Richie went a little pink, but did it anyway because --fuck it. He couldn't be scared of himself and other people about shit like this anymore, he just couldn't. And Bill -- god, he was so fucking confident that Richie kind of, maybe, secretly, wanted some advice from the guy.
"I think I can avoid some physical pain," he said dryly, eyes going skyward for a moment even as he tried really fucking hard to find some kind of beat to this song that he could work with when basically in some other guys arms.