ʙᴇᴠ (mollyringwald) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-11-29 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | beverly marsh, stanley uris |
Who: Beverly & Stan
What: Something of a reunion, and Important Talks possibly
When: Today?
Where: Loser HQ
Beverly hadn't slept well the night before. Any rest she tried to get was sliced into by disturbing images, bad dreams that flitted across her mind's eye - the usuals. Nothing new. Blood and balloons and sharp teeth, cracked white clown facepaint that looked like rotten buttercream icing. Besides, being in a new place - a new dimension - also made her nervous. Everyone kept saying she was safe here, that nothing would try to kill them here, but she was still cautious about letting her guard down. It was ingrained in her not to. So she got up early, she made coffee - and she doubted her friends slept well either; hopefully she wasn't disturbing them, though she tried to be as quiet as possible when she brewed a cup of something caffeinated. It was tempting to see if there was a bottle of bourbon stashed away somewhere to splash into the cup - Richie probably had it, if anyone. They were too similar, regarding their taste in vices. Forgoing the morning cigarette, she clenched her coffee cup and went up the stairs, feeling a flock of butterfly wings tipped in razors fluttering about in her stomach. She stopped in front of Stan's door, summoning up her courage to knock. "Stan?" she called softly, hoping he was in there and awake and that he'd actually want to see her. |