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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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beverly & richie
[info]mollyringwald
2019-12-28 12:14 am UTC (link)
"I don't know, you look pretty hot with the tie on," she winked, fingers clasping the aforementioned neck noose and giving it a little tug. "You'll look extra hot on your wedding day, I'm sure it." And hey, if the soon-to-be engaged couple also needed fashion tips? Do's and Don'ts for the big day? They'd know who to call. Especially since she lived right there.

Eager to hear more details, Beverly wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her coat sleeves - just to generate the slightest bit of heat. As Richie was so kind to note earlier, she was short - and small. And got cold easily. "When are you gonna do it? Have anything elaborate planned?"

When her ex proposed, she couldn't recall much romance. It happened at some god-awful hour in the morning, a ring under her pillow, and just - no one wanted to be proposed to before they'd brushed their teeth and with sleep crust in their eyes. She should have taken that complete lack of ingenuity as a sign.

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beverly & richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-28 12:31 am UTC (link)
"It's romantic," Richie pointed out of his tie, like it was absolute fact. Which, obviously, it was. Because some tiny version of Eddie had told him so, and Richie still believed it to be true even now that they were grown up again. God, this place was fucking weird. But Richie dug it. "And I dunno. We'll see. I'm like, not planning a wedding over here just yet. I might just wear whatever I wake up in, you never know." Okay, maybe he was a little. Because Richie was no so secretly a sentimental sap who was a lot more sensitive than what he really wanted to let on. But it wasn't like Beverly of all people probably didn't know that.

"Uhhh. No. I -- don't know?" Richie actually looked a little nervous over the thought. "I really don't know. I keep thinking, you know. It's gotta be perfect. The moment's gotta be right but not fabricated or too obvious because he knows okay, and I want it to be a surprise, a little?" If he busted out a bottle of wine and tried romancing Eddie, it just wouldn't work out. Eddie'd be onto him in the hottest of seconds. "Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. New Years? Is that too cliche? Oh my god help me."

Listen, he knew Beverly hadn't had the best time in her marriage. She hadn't been wearing a ring in Derry, and she'd been sporting some bruises that everyone had been too chickenshit to bring up, but had still made Richie want to get out a baseball bat and make it familiar with some asshat's face. But it wasn't like she didn't understand the concept of romance even if she'd not quite found it yet -- of that, he was sure.

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beverly & richie
[info]mollyringwald
2019-12-28 01:04 am UTC (link)
Beverly's expression softened, and she wanted to help - because of course she knew that Richie was a romantic deep in the cockles of his heart, and that heart was also a lot more tender than he let on too. So, she'd do her best. And she liked to think she knew a thing or two about a thing or two, when it came to love and romance - despite her extraordinarily bad luck in that arena.

"I think you kind of have to consider your...personalities?" she suggested. "Like, Eddie probably wouldn't want something in front of people and you're not the type to hide the ring in a baked potato at dinner or something. The holidays aren't necessarily cliche, but whatever you do, definitely put a personal touch on it. Incorporate something that's special and important to the both of you."

Maybe Richie could ask while he and Eddie were monopolizing the hammock that she and Stan weren't allowed to touch. It didn't have to be over the top.

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beverly & richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-28 01:39 am UTC (link)
"Oh fuck, can you imagine the lecture I'd get for food contamination if I hid the ring in a baked potato? I wouldn't live through the night." Tender or not, Richie and Eddie's love language was fairly unique in the fact that most of the time, it just seemed like they were arguing their way through flirtation. That much, at least, hadn't changed since they were kids.

She had a point though, personality wise. Richie tended to be more interested in making a scene usually -- but in this instance he hadn't really been planning on that. It wasn't something he wanted to make a spectacle of.

"I get what you're saying," he said. "Sorta. I have a feeling I'm just gonna blurt it out like an idiot when I get too nervous. I'm just... tired of waiting." Which felt stupid, because again, it hadn't been all that long. Except it had, too.

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beverly & richie
[info]mollyringwald
2019-12-28 02:27 am UTC (link)
The thought of a food contamination lecture made Beverly chuckle. It was so very Eddie. "If you blurt it out, well, no one can fault you," she grinned, patting Richie's arm. "I'd say it's a long time coming." And after so much turmoil, and separation, and the magic and glamour of Derry and the way memories faded away like stars before the sun began to rise, and the way they got them all back - yeah, it was time.

Richie's proposal would come from the heart, that's all she knew - and it would be more than enough.

"I guess we better go back in now though, since if he comes out here he'll yell at you for smoking." And her too. They'd get matching cancer stick lectures.

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beverly & richie
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-28 02:37 am UTC (link)
Sure, it was a long time coming. That and, well. Richie had seen what life without Eddie was like, even for a short time there and he was zero percent interested in seeing it again. Clearly that meant he had to put it on lockdown. It made sense to him anyway. And Beverly didn't seem to disagree, so that was a plus.

"Yeah, no, let's not get yelled at," he agreed -- although surely they'd be out here again later on, probably when one or both of them was drunk and the best thing for it would be another cigarette. Liquor and smoking always seemed to go together best, after all.

"Shots later," he promised as they slipped back inside. "And save a dance for me, will ya?"

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