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

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 & stan

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

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

mollyringwald
2019-12-28 01:52 pm UTC (link)

It was the second time in a span of a couple weeks that she'd had Stan's tongue in her mouth and, well - obviously Beverly didn't hate it (quite the opposite, in fact) or else she wouldn't have gone for the repeat just now. But it just seemed like something she couldn't avoid, because he looked cute in the Hanukkah sweater and he had just enough facial scruff to make it an interesting sort of burn and, what, could she blame it on tripping and falling with her lips pressed to his? That happened, right?

No. It didn't. Because despite wearing a mistletoe headband, she wasn't about to kiss Richie or Eddie the same way, or probably anyone else - other guests would probably cheek kisses or the traditional closed mouth mistletoe oh ho variety of smooches. Whatever.

Her hands free of vegetable tray, she fulfilled the alcohol requirement. Specifically, shots. She wasn't a professional bartender but she could find enough deliciousness to combine - vodka and lemon juice, maybe the precursor to what she'd be pouring down her gullet later. In fact, shots later with Richie was either going to go really well or really 'I'm sooooo fucked up,' probably the latter. However, it tasted like lemon candy so she could delight in that - shots of raw tequila got the job done, but it really didn't taste as good.

"Take this, doctor's orders," she said with a grin, giving Stan his shot glass. "Then dance with me?"

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beverly & stan

stanbyme
2019-12-29 03:48 am UTC (link)

If he'd been asked just weeks ago whether or not he and Beverly Marsh were ever going to lock lips he'd have laughed, not because it wasn't something he would have hated as much as it was exactly the sort of thing that he was sure enough would never actually happen. And yet there he was, holding a tray of vegetables in the middle of a Christmas party having kissed her twice now, and well - absolutely not hating life at all.

Stan found a place for the tray and set it down, shoving the cheese dicks off to one side just a bit, Eddie's kid dads were here after all shouldn't they be trying to make like some sort of an attempt at a good impression? It was a lost cause he knew, they were Losers after all, but he was still gonna try thank you very much.

In any case, he was off to find Bev and the drinks after that and would leave the good impressions to someone other than him now that he'd done his part.

And with a shot glass in hand he shook his head, "Bottoms up I guess," he huffed tipping his head back as he took the shot she offered him and then offered her his hand. "Suppose it wouldn't really be a party without dancing," He decided, as he pulled her away from the drinks and into a more open space where they could actually dance without danger of knocking over anything or anyone. "But I'm going to warn you, I never did have much rhythm." Dances has never been something he'd ever been particularly good at, too much worrying about where to put his hands, and moving to the rhythm of the music, and not bumping into the people around him, and how his feet should move - there was a lot to think about at times like this.

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beverly & stan

mollyringwald
2019-12-29 01:37 pm UTC (link)

The shot went down easily - chilled, elegant, a bit of sour to boot. It gave her a shiver, and when Stan took her hand she was definitely ready to dance. "I doubt you're that bad," Beverly laughed. Either way, she was eager to find out. It wasn't like the Losers' house had a ton of furniture - or at least, not yet - so they didn't need to shove couches or tables out of the way to make room for a dance floor. There was plenty of room to move and groove.

Holiday tunes from the rather impressive record collection were a nice touch (very festive, of course). She spun in delicate circles, fiery hair spinning out and bouncing too; the way the hanging lights twinkled looked blurrier this way, with good vibes flowing, and her muscles were so...relaxed. Anchoring in closer, she draped her arms over Stan's shoulders and around his neck. "You can just sway with me - didn't we dance that way in middle school?"

Didn't everyone?

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