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Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread,

Reddie
That was Richie still -- always right there. And they both well knew it. Even if they argued and offered up bantering and barbs and Richie was busy sometimes making dicks out of cheese just on a challenge, he was still just a version of that kid. Except now he had permission to not bother with his hair. Which was a relief. It didn't suit him.

And a boy could hope about a little fooling around after the party, but Richie wasn't a fool and he'd already promised to do shots with Beverly. He wasn't making it out of this alive, let alone ready to fool around, no doubt. Sure, there was always a possibility, but -- well. He doubted it.

"I don't know why you think you're going to be attacked with kisses," he told Eddie, clearly amused, but offered his arm like some kind of great escort anyway. Because he fucking was. "But no worries, babe, I'll protect your honor. And I won't even charge the kissing toll myself each time." Although he would sometimes. Probably on the rooms or spots that weren't so in the open.

But they made it safely to the table with all the drinks laid out (only one kiss stolen along the way from Richie) and he gestured at it like an excitable Vanna White.