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Tweak says, "driver picks the music."

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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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."