Stan | Richie
Truthfully, a party was the last thing he wanted to do after they had somehow ended up in Neibolt all over again. But there was also something that appealed about a large gathering, maybe large was being generous, the town wasn't that big, but it was better than sitting back in their home alone waiting for the party to be over. There was safety in numbers, and Stan needed a little bit of that now.
He wasn't exactly partying though once they were there, he'd gotten himself a drink the same minute he'd arrived and had already refilled it once, and was trying his best not to get in the way, but also not to get too near the edges of the gathering just in case.
When he'd first arrived and Richie had found him there on the street he had been confused and a little alarmed by this place but he hadn't been scared like this, now though it felt like he couldn't trust anything, like he was waiting for It to jump out at him again from any of the friendly faces that surrounded him or to come out of any darkened corner.
Sticking himself like glue to Eddie had worked for a while, but his friend had managed to give him the slip for a minute there so when he saw Richie again Stan made a bee line toward him. "Were you dancing with that guy?" He asked, trying for some sort of calm in his tone, and he felt like he failed at it spectacularly. "Whose idea was this party anyway? This is a terrible time for a party."