Richie Trashmouth Tozier (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} trashmouthloser) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
"I'll be fine," Richie said breezily, because he had a pretty decent sweater on and once they started running around and throwing shit at each other, he was liable to get sweaty anyway. It'd work out fine. "I won't freeze. Anyway, this'll be the distraction we need. Eddie'll fucking murder me for not wearing a coat." So obviously, he was shrugging it off now, to be used for better things.
Richie could have well done with some proper ass kicking from Bev (and Eddie. And Stan) during that part of his life when they'd all been separated. He'd probably have made better choices. And possibly a degree to show for his efforts in college. Not that it mattered much now -- not here or back home where he'd made a career for himself without one anyway.
"That tree," he said, holding his coat open so they could use it a bit like a bag, and nodding toward one sort of nearby. "If you go around the houses to get there, no one'll spot you."