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Richie Trashmouth Tozier ([info]trashmouthloser) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-12-26 11:06:00

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Entry tags:beverly marsh, eddie kaspbrak, nyx ulric, octavio silva, richie tozier, stanley uris, tony stark (avac)

Who: Losers et al. But basically anyone can show up, lbh
What: Partying in Tozier Style
Where: The Losers House
When: Dec 25th





The halls were decked. Balls were out. Whatever. Richie had tried decorating to his best ability, which had been slightly hampered by his lack of know how — years and years as a live-alone bachelor didn’t tend to make a guy decorate his house much — and by the lack of a general store in which to get decorations. Still, those doors had come in clutch, for the most part. There was a little fake tree (and some presents underneath, even!) and plenty of strung up lights and Richie had made sure to put mistletoe in literally every doorway because he was a chaotic monster on a goddamned mission, okay.

As promised there were drinks. And snacks. And chicken tenders (well made by Beverly) and Mac and Cheese (not quite as well made by Richie, but he’d tried and therefore no one could criticize him) and some other holiday stuff.

But the dance party was the appeal here and Richie, with his absurd amount of records and even more now that he’d gotten some for Christmas, was fucking ready with a stack curated specifically for the holiday. And, of course, with Stan in mind too.

Christmas in Hollis was blaring, he somehow had two drinks in hand, and Rich was fucking ready for whatever the night was going to bring.


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Nyx // Richie
[info]insomniashero
2019-12-26 05:36 pm UTC (link)
Well, he wasn't specifically invited or was he? He wasn't sure how he landed as honorary loser as Richie said, but he did give Richie a ton of new records? Okay, he was crashing the party none the less. The one and only time that he met the man was when he dropped off the pile of gifts the night before so, now he was here to party just a little and actually meet some of these people quick. Formalities.

So finding the house was easy. It was making a lot of noise. Nyx laughed as he approached. It was nice to see people having fun in the town still. Walking up to the door, he knocked loud enough to be heard and when someone arrived, he was happy to see it was the actual man he was looking for.

"Richie." Nyx commented holding his hand out, just as they agreed. "Nice to officially meet you." Nyx offered with a warm smile. "As promised, no punch to the mouth."

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Nyx // Richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-26 07:51 pm UTC (link)
"There he is!" Richie proclaimed, bright and loud as anything as he grinned and opened the door a little wider in order to both invite Nyx in and to shake his hand -- hey! Just like they said they were gonna do. And sure, no one had quite invited him, so Richie hadn't really known he was coming in order to be yelling that, but he'd been serious before when he'd said the more the merrier. And anyway, Nyx might as well have been Father Fucking Christmas for how much gift delivery he'd been doing this week. He was like... Amazon on crack. Except without any of the negative billionaire stuff.

Obviously he deserved to party after all that trouble.

"Dude. Thanks for not punching me in the mouth. C'mon inside. Meet the Missus. 'Ave a cup of tea." The British guy voice had gotten better since Richie was a teen, but it still wasn't great -- and Nyx likely wouldn't get the Labyrinth reference, but it didn't really matter.

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Nyx // Richie
[info]insomniashero
2019-12-27 01:46 pm UTC (link)
Just like that, Nyx felt welcomed and he couldn't of smiled more. Not that he ever truly felt like an outsider, but when there was these situations where you were going into an uncertain situation, it left a man to wonder. The handshake was firm and respectful, but not too firm where he might hurt the man any. "Well, you mentioned that there was some crazy party. I admit, it wasn't hard to find. You can hear it across town." Exaggeration, but it was really simple to find them.

"Hey man, I really do the best I can to deliver. Honestly, it's no big deal." Nyx laughed regarding the punch. "These days, I'm more lover than fighter, y'know. Having no war to fight, leaves me having to find blenders and such for you fine folks." Another chuckle as he ventured into the bustling house. Which the reference, and accent truly fell on deaf ears, because exactly that - Nyx just didn't understand the reference.

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Nyx // Richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-27 11:07 pm UTC (link)
The party really wasn't going to be all that crazy. It was just going to be Loser style fun -- which meant rambunctious and loud, definitely. And it'd likely devolve into story telling and stupid dares at some point. There wasn't going to be, like, a wild orgy or anything though. Probably.

"No right," Richie said, leading the way inside. It was a bit lacking in terms of furniture (although there was a hammock, but there was a sign on it proclaiming it hands off), but they were getting there, and there were drinks which was like, at least half the battle. "Why blenders, dude? That's so oddly specific. What's your poison?"

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Nyx // Richie
[info]insomniashero
2019-12-28 02:58 pm UTC (link)
The Loser style of party was great for Nyx. He could get rambunctious and loud, enjoy some good drinks and some good food - even if the Mac and Cheese was a little clean, and then politely bow out and go home for the not so likely orgy. Probably.

Walking in, the first thing to snag his attention was the hammock with a sign telling everyone off from it. Pointing, Nyx chuckled. "Strict rules around here." Then an actual laugh. To be fair, Richie missed the blender days. "Blenders." He looked around the place, and it was similar to his and Lunafreya's, obviously styled for the occupants, but structurally it was similar. Of course, minus his hammerspaced in apartment where his bedroom was. "Early on in my time, I acquired a bunch of blenders and handed them out like royalty. Some in the town haven't let me live it down." He laughed. "So, blenders." Nyx naturally rolled with the jabs.

"Poison.." Nyx thought for a moment. "Simple man, simple beer."

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beverly & richie
[info]mollyringwald
2019-12-26 10:24 pm UTC (link)
When Beverly's mother had actually been alive, Christmas wasn't so bad - she remembered dressing in their boots, coats, and scarves, walking through the chilly, biting air to church where they'd bring flowers. Flashlights in one hand, those fragrant blooms in the other, just talking and enjoying that time together as they walked toward the steeple that poked up above frosted roofs. Then after, it was shit rolling downhill with just her father - more like Christmas sadness as opposed to Christmas cheer. Nothing merry about it - in fact, she'd prefer to forget about every attempt at the holidays if it involved seeing her father's face in her mind.

This was a lot better though. She was still fairly new to the town yet she liked it here - true to what others said at the beginning, nothing was trying to kill her. Thanks to Nyx, she had spools of fabric, enough to last her til rapture - so she could hunker down in the back of Van Dyne's and make clothes to her hearts content. Plus, she had her friends here - some of them, anyway. That was important.

Speaking of friends, or adopted brothers, she wore a mistletoe headband and snagged Richie by the arm - his shoulder, really, then up like a daisy and pop, she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Why are you so tall?" she groaned, because it wasn't like she actually reached. "Nice job on that mac and cheese, by the way."

Okay, so it tasted like soap, but he did his best. No one was going to insult her best friend's attempt at being culinary.

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beverly & richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-26 10:37 pm UTC (link)
When Richie had been a kid he hadn't minded Christmas so much -- it just was what it was, except sometimes he got presents; the kind of stuff that tried to make up for being nothing more than a background consideration the rest of the year. Christmas was for money, random toys, clothes that never quite fit but he made work due to an eclectic fashion sense, and on one particular winner of a year, a brand new bike. And then he'd always made his way over to one of the Loser's houses in order to terrorize and steal their cookies. All in all, it'd worked out pretty fine for him back then. Better than some had it, that was for damn sure.

After Derry -- well, Richie did what any single person without a family did: he ordered chinese and stockpiled cookies at the grocery store and then holed up in his apartment watching television.

This year was different though. Better in all ways. Because he got to be an adult with the Losers (or, well, some of them) which by and large had always been his real family, anyway. And it was going to be fucking awesome. So long as no one talked about the mac and cheese he'd made which at least had a clean taste going for it.

"Thank you, it was my best effort." Richie made a show of leaning down low to press a kiss to Beverly's forehead. "I think the better question is why are you so short?"

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beverly & richie
[info]mollyringwald
2019-12-27 12:00 am UTC (link)
"I'm not that short," Beverly protested, fluttering volumized lashes at Richie when he kissed her forehead. "I'm perfectly average." He was just a giant, that was all. But it suited him.

She adjusted her (ridiculously cheesy) headband, which went nicely with her dress if she said so herself - it was an emerald green a-line number, with a v-line neckline, princess seams, and fun cap sleeves; just a little something she threw together with some of the fabric that had originally been in the back of Van Dyne's. Before the sheer shit ton of bolts that Nyx found somewhere. "So when do we get to slip out for a smoke break?"

Not that she was particularly wanting a cigarette, but sometimes parties got her fidgety - the other Losers didn't, but if she didn't know people it was like some anxiety kicked in and her nerves jangled.

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beverly & richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-27 12:13 am UTC (link)
"In what world?" Richie wanted to know. Why was that every short person's response to being called short? Bev and Eddie both, perfectly average, I'll have you know. Lies. All lies. Not that Richie wasn't aware he was tell, he definitely was. And good thing too, because he'd never have to ask for help reaching stuff off the top shelf. Instead, he could help out cute little people like Bed and Eds. Bill could fend for his goddamned self though. He had that sort of scrappy energy about him, like he'd climb before asking for help.

Bev did look awful pretty today in her dress and every time Richie saw it with the mistletoe accessory, he couldn't help but smile. Also, maybe be a little jealous he hadn't thought to wear some mistletoe too. Even if he had hung it up just about everywhere. It was fine though -- he'd wore a tie for the occasion and he'd been assured once that made him pretty much the epitome of romantic.

He glanced around suspiciously to make sure that Eddie and Stan were well enough occupied and then thumbed at the doorway. Look, he was aware they knew he slipped out for smokes now and again -- maybe doubly so now that Bev was here, but that didn't mean he didn't like to pretend it was a secret. Their coats were hung up by the door so he handed Bev's over and slipped his own on once they were outside.

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Octane // OTA
[info]ridetheoctrain
2019-12-27 04:34 pm UTC (link)
Octane was literally party crashing. He knew Beverly in the sense they literally had run into each other. (Okay, he ran into her.) Though he had shared conversations with Richie one maybe twice. SO, Octane decided he had every invite to come party crash. Plus more the merrier, right?!

Octavio was mingling about, not staying in one spot longer than a few minutes. Dressed in clothes from his adventure with Klaus, he was most of all sporting that wicked cool mug he got from his Secret Santa.

Sipping the hot chocolate he came with, he poked about the house looking for nothing particular. Just idle hands, devil's work, that whole thing. "Hrm." He hummed at himself looking at nothing while sipping at his drink. "Food." He announced as he made his way to where food was laid out. Not looking who was at the table of snacks, Octane squeezed himself up to it. "Perdóneme." He announced taking up a plate to gather snacks, before realizing his immediate dilemma. One hand held plate. One hand held mug. No hands top gather snacks. "Dios mio.." He muttered to himself. "Why would man be made with two hands, when there is snacks to be held?" Octane questioned.

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Octane | Tony the little
[info]campusking
2019-12-28 01:57 am UTC (link)
He'd been a little surprised to be invited to the party, but on the other hand kind of ridiculously pleased all a the same time. Sure it wasn't a huge affair, but maybe that made it more special. The parties they usually had was everyone invited, but this felt a little bit like people had been chosen for a reason and Tony - well he loved that sort of thing. Especially when he sometimes felt a little like he was still struggling to fit in.

But here he was at a party and having a good time, he needed to pull Eddie away at some point of course, but that could wait first there was food and that seemed like an important place to start. Of course in the midst of his taking some mac and cheese and chicken tenders, someone else felt like this was the best starting point too.

"You oughta look into a bot." Tony said without really thinking about it, after all what would Tony do if he needed a third hand? Build one of course. "I mean that or like.... balance stuff?" He suggested rather unhelpfully, but since he just had the plate and one free hand Tony could talk all the shit he liked.

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Octane | Littlest Tony
[info]ridetheoctrain
2019-12-28 03:44 pm UTC (link)
Looking over, Octane just blinked. Get a bot? He was bot right? Looking at his legs he considered the ramfacation of if he were to blow his arms of next and get Ajay to build him some new cool arms. Maybe ones that could do multiple things for him. Then he'd have to do a new stunt. Then get another grenade. Then convince Ajay- welp- that plan was a bust.

She wasn't even here.

Strike one for that plan. So how was he going to get a third arm that was robotic and get it to do as he needed, so he could get his snacks from this table. Then he remembered the person. The one who mentioned the bot to start with. Looking over to the person. "What?" He blinked a little at the man. "I stopped listening." He admitted with slight chuckle. It wasn't exactly on purpose, but once he got going, it was really hard to stop him. Though, Octane started taking his unhelpful tip and started balancing things the best he could to get at the snacks.

"Whatchu know about bots?" Octane asked casually while juggling all the things in his hands while getting at those chicken tenders.

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Octane | Lil Tony
[info]campusking
2019-12-29 05:12 am UTC (link)
Tony frowned, his brows pulling together when the object of his teasing admitted that he hadn't actually been listening, which was - well annoying at best. But Tony supposed he did that from time to time too so he tried not to let it get to him.

"I mean a ton?" He shrugged, because of course he did, bots were kind of his thing, whether it was finding them or building them, or loving them.

"I've made several myself, and I've got a few back home." He added, just to prove his point, eyeing a tray full of what looked like dicks made out of cheese, he took a few because well - cheese, but he wasn't sold on the shape. "They're pretty helpful most of the time." Loki Jr was probably the most helpful, Dum-E tried but he was .... a product of Tony's early days so he wasn't quite as advanced as he could have been, it wasn't his fault though.

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Octane | Lil Tony - [info]ridetheoctrain, 2019-12-30 03:19 pm UTC
Stan | Richie
[info]stanbyme
2019-12-28 02:08 am UTC (link)
Maybe it was a little heavy on the Christmas, but really Stan couldn't complain about a holiday party, not when his friends were there and there were snacks and some mostly edible food and drinks. So really he could get into the spirit of things here, in his new Hanukkah sweater he could make merry all night.

He was doing his best to avoid standing under the mistletoe as much as possible, but considering just how much of it was up around the house he had a feeling he wouldn't remain out from under it all night, especially since he was pretty sure he'd seen Bev wandering around with her own personal mistletoe over her head. They really were all his Loser's weren't they.

"Never knew you had it in you to be quite so festive," He told Richie when he managed to catch him for a minute, the whole thing was pretty impressive really when you considered everything, you know the whole alternate dimension thing, and the tiny town, and no stores to get things, and yet here they were in what looked like a very passable Christmas party. "I'd say you've got a real future in party planning. You know if you were looking for something to do with yourself."

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Stan | Richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-28 02:46 am UTC (link)
To be fair, it was Christmas so... yeah, it was gonna be a little heavy on the Christmas. But it wasn't like Richie had forgotten stuff for Stan, either. He'd tried anyway. It wasn't as easy to find Hanukkah decorations even back home, it felt like.

"Mazel tov," Richie said with a grin -- after watching Stan scoot around about a half a dozen doorways where he'd hung up all the mistletoe. It was cute, and probably pointless because if someone was gonna lay one on him, it'd probably just be one of the Losers anyway. Hardly a punishment, Richie thought. "I'm not sure party planning is in my future, man. Not everyone appreciates the art of a finely crafted cheese dick."

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Stan | Richie
[info]stanbyme
2019-12-28 03:14 am UTC (link)
"Chag Sameach," Stan replied dryly as Richie just grinned at him like that, really it was a good night, you didn't grow up in America and not get exposed to Christmas after all, and after he'd walked out on his own Bar Mitzvah he hadn't followed his own faith's traditions too closely either. He wasn't having a bad time was the point.

"No?" He asked frowning, because well, cheese dicks were probably the sort of thing one learned to appreciate, but beyond that it seemed like things were pretty well done. "I don't know, I think you could make a real go of it if you wanted." He grinned all the same, whether or not Richie believed him was besides the point. He just had the strength of his convictions and in this case it was that Richie could definitely plan a party if he wanted to. Who cared if it was a good party or not?

"Well, don't say I never tried to help you," He shrugged it off, "It's not a bad Christmas though, is it?"

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Stan | Richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-29 01:39 am UTC (link)
"Maybe," Richie hedged, unsure. "It's not like comedy's doing me much good here anyway. Then again, neither would be party planning." Richie wasn't really sure what he ought to be doing in this place, but since there was no money, he wasn't really all that sure it mattered anyway. It was all just stuff to pass the time and feel normal again. It was also something that Richie wasn't going to worry about right now.

"I'll think about it," he decided because -- whatever. Maybe he would. "Have another cheese dick in the mean time. And a drink." Speaking of, he topped his up while he was around the liquor and then leaned against the counter. "It is pretty good. It feels festive. And we're all together." It had been something he'd been worried about before.

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Stan | Richie - [info]stanbyme, 2019-12-29 04:22 am UTC
Re: Stan | Richie - [info]trashmouthloser, 2019-12-29 03:28 pm UTC
beverly & stan
[info]mollyringwald
2019-12-28 02:42 am UTC (link)
Parties sometimes made Beverly a bit twitchy, though she'd already gone for the cigarette break outside - it might be bad form to take another this soon. So she decided to make herself useful and restock the vegetable tray - the dick cheese tray, she wasn't touching that since it was Richie's creation, so. Veggies it was.

Her feet had also started hurting so she took her heels off and stashed them someplace, however, if anyone made any barefoot + kitchen jokes, she'd stab them with the knife she was currently using to chop up fresh veggies from her new favorite garden - cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, carrots, cauliflower, with that blob of ranch dressing right in the middle because coating raw veggies in the stuff seemed to make people more amenable to eating them.

There, tray done - she slid it into her hands, turning to head back into the living room, when SLAM - right into a certain Hanukkah-sweatered Loser, and Bev nearly dropped the tray. It wobbled, but she caught it just in time, luckily. "Jesus, Stan - " She chuckled breathlessly. "You need to wear a bell or something."

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beverly & stan
[info]stanbyme
2019-12-28 03:19 am UTC (link)
There was only so long he could dodge mistletoe before he needed a break, which was how Stan had found himself heading to the kitchen in the first place, what he hadn't quite expected was to almost literally run into Bev coming out of the kitchen at the same time.

He laughed a little when he realized he'd caught her by surprise, "I think I'm plenty festive enough as it is without adding any bells to all of this," He said holding out his hands to show off what was in his opinion a pretty great sweater. "I'll leave the Christmas themed accessories to you," He said eyeing her mistletoe headgear with a wary eye.

It wasn't even that Stan was against the idea of being caught under the mistletoe with any of the Losers, he'd kissed all three of them in the last week already, so doing it again wouldn't be some kind of hardship for him, it was the principle of the matter really.

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beverly & stan
[info]mollyringwald
2019-12-28 03:29 am UTC (link)
It was a great sweater. Very nerdy, much Stan. Beverly approved. "Good, because I'm pretty much the best at Christmas accessories," she pointed out, setting the restocked veggie tray down on the counter.

She needed both hands to curl in the front of Stan's sweater - and since she didn't have a height boost thanks to her heels, she had to flex up on her toes to seek out his mouth. It wasn't like, one of those awkward oooooops, caught under the mistletoe, tee hee kisses - no, she kissed him deep enough to taste the marrow in his bones, with everything she had on a freezing cold wintry day that began to feel warmer somehow.

And that had nothing to do with the sheer amount of bodies in the house either.

She chuckled and it was throaty, thick as soup and crystalline like champagne - a sound many notches away from her 'fiery redhead during a lightning storm' switch, but that was probably a good thing. "I need a drink, how about you?" she asked, patting his chest before descending back to her normal (apparently midget) height.

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beverly & stan
[info]stanbyme
2019-12-28 04:10 am UTC (link)
And even though Stan knew what Beverly was up to before she'd made it back to him once she'd gotten the tray out of her hands, he still found he wasn't quite prepared for it, and with her lips against his he couldn't help but lean into it just a little, kissing her back just as deeply and leaving himself just a little bit surprised when they parted. Even before they'd ended up in some sort of Christmas story through the other side of the doors Stan had known of course that he was more than a little bit in love with the Losers.

But that had always been more of an intellectual sort of knowledge than anything that he knew in practice, but he'd had a bit of practice at it now and well, it was something he felt a lot more keenly these days than he had before.

And he couldn't help but huff a little when she gave him a pat and suggested that she could use a drink, "Uh yeah," He agreed, clearing his throat and nodding, "Yeah I think I could definitely use a drink right about now. Here, let me get that," He grabbed the tray that she had been taking care of and instead took ownership of it so they could go back out in to the midst of the party and see about that drink.

"See if you can't find us something, I'm going to get rid of this." He told her, moving to put the tray back down somewhere between the cheese dicks and the chicken.

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beverly & stan - [info]mollyringwald, 2019-12-28 01:52 pm UTC
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Eddie | OTA
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-12-28 03:07 am UTC (link)
He didn't remember agreeing to a party when he woke up that morning but, well, here it was anyway. Headache inducing loud music, food kept at questionable temperatures, and all. He liked to think the veggies were probably fine. Those things could be left out but everything else? Yeah, no. Sorry Bev and Rich but he wasn't eating any of that. That, obviously, included the cheese tray. He said it was a necessity but he never said he was going to eat it. He was pretty sure he had a dairy problem.

He was pretty sure he was allergic to mistletoe too and some jackass had strung it up all over the house. Even if he wasn't he was going to say he was if anyone asked why he was, basically, diving through doorways instead of just walking through them like a normal person. It was tiring and it most definitely couldn't last forever. He was going to wear himself out before too long. Especially if he kept trying to escape the party and head upstairs to hide for a few minutes.

He was on his way back down after having checked on Staniel Jr for the umpteenth time. He just needed to make sure the little guy was comforable and not in a panic or anything. He was definitely worried about the loud music making the Psyduck's headache any worst but he seemed to be okay so far. Eddie didn't know where any of the other Losers were hanging out and he was casting a few worried glances back up the stairs not really paying attention to his surroundings. He definitely wasn't giving the doorways the caution he needed to.

Maybe he needed a drink. That sounded like the best idea. So long as he could get to the drinks without getting stopped by anyone. He might even be able to laugh at the cheese tray with a little alcohol in his system.

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Reddie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-28 05:34 pm UTC (link)
Questionable temperatures probably only mattered for a few for the snacks, thank you. Richie wasn't a genius at stuff like that, but he did try and research it a little earlier in order to keep Eddie happy. Borrowed crockpots kept the food at a reasonable food safe temperature (not that that would help the mac and cheese taste any better) and cheese platters were allowed to sit out for hours on end according to literally every green room and party he'd ever been to.

The dairy problem, mistletoe and loud music though were just things that he couldn't do anything about. That was just how things were. It was a party. It was Christmas and three of Richie's most important and favorite people were alive and here and able to celebrate and he wanted to delight in that, okay. He had to treat it like it was a big thing because it was.

It might be easier celebrating with his best friends though, if Eddie didn't keep slipping off and diving through doorways like an insane person. "One more time up there and I'm gonna start thinking you're either hiding something, or have a very bad masturbatory problem," Richie accused, although he was smiling -- drink in one hand and half eaten carrot stick in the other. See? He did eat vegetables sometimes. "And if it's the latter you could have invited me along, you know. Merry Christmas, Short Stuff."

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Re: Reddie
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-12-28 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Once he got drunk enough he'd probably forget all about whatever it was he had stubbornly convinced himself that he should be worried about. For now, however, everything beyond the vegetables was earning a frown. The cheese dicks just got an special sort of incredibly exasperated frown.

He gave Richie a look which only lasted until he saw the carrot stick in his hand and the tie he'd put on. Someone was both eating healthy and dressed to impress. How did he not notice that earlier? Probably because he was so busy glaring up at the boughs of mistletoe and running back upstairs. "You know I'm not hiding anything." He said and he didn't even want to honor the whole masturbation thing with a reply but this Richie. They had cheese shaped like dicks because Eddie had left him with a loophole. "And I'm not constantly running upstairs to touch myself, dick." He huffed, swatting at him gently. "I was just checking on Staniel. Making sure the loud music wasn't upsetting him or making his headache worst." Yes. The Psyduck was named after Stan. They had yet to find a new species in Starklandia so the Pokemon was the best he could do.

He wasn't going to keep darting off upstairs though. Now that he was sure the little guy was fine and comfortable, that he wasn't feeling lonely or left out, Eddie could make sure someone else wasn't feeling lonely or neglected on Christmas. "Merry Christmas, honey. You look good. I think the carrot stick pulls the outfit together." He teased.

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Reddie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-29 01:21 am UTC (link)
Richie didn't miss the way that Eddie sort of softened over -- well, maybe the tie or the carrot or both and god, what a soft touch. Richie didn't know if it was really that easy to make him happy or maybe if he just normally set the bar so lo wit wasn't hard to get over it.

"A guy can dream," he said, finishing off the carrot with a loud crunch. But yeah, okay, he got it. The little duck was a nervous little fucker -- kind of like Eddie himself and so he could see why Eds was worried. And he could see why he'd adopted the little dude to begin with. It was all very cute, if not a vicious cycle. But Richie liked little Staniel Jr anyway.

"Carrot sticks are nearly as romantic as ties," he said sagely, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Because he could do that now and it really wasn't fucking getting old. He just dug it. Kinda like he dug that honey. "Wanna drink?"

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Reddie - [info]ekaspbrak, 2019-12-29 02:38 am UTC
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