Re: Stan | Richie
They'd all want more eventually. While the shine of being with his best friends wasn't really going to wear off, that didn't mean there weren't more hours in the day than any of them really knew what to do with. Richie was used to traveling, to spending a good portion of his days on the move and the other portion practicing, getting nervous, being rewarded with attention for a job well done, being invited to after parties for just about everything. Coveting his days off with an earned laziness, listening to records and playing video games and just wandering around town to find interesting things.
Richie hadn't really realized he'd been lonely most the time, but he'd kept pretty busy. Here, it was like the direct opposite of that.
"Listen, I don't know about your bathroom habits or how plugged up you do or don't get. How many Cheesy Dicks you can handle is solely up to you, my best Stan."
He tapped his fingers against the counter top, considering. "Too fucking long," he agreed. "And never again. Have a shot with me, Stan."