Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
Just lovely. Rich wasn't sure what he thought of that appraisal but he supposed he'd take it. Well, that and the headbutt. Which was kind of adorable and lacking the sheer amount of force that one from Eddie might entail.
Drinks achieved -- Richie had plucked a bottle of something off the table instead of just pouring himself out one, and now he had that stuffed between his thighs and his own secret shame cigarette between his fingers. He liked one now and again, even though he knew he shouldn't, and even though they made him miss Beverly something awful. But sometimes it was just nice to have one in times of stress. Or in times of liquor. Or both of those things combined.
He took a puff from his cigarette and then blinked rather exaggeratedly behind his thick glasses at the items Bill had just produced. "Bill!" He said, somewhat scandalized. Not necessarily by the concept of condoms because come on, he was forty and not an idiot. But -- just the fact that Bill was offering them over, maybe. Like they'd solve all of his problems.