Richie | Stan
"And we'd do it again, if we had to," Richie said, reaching for his drink. Not his first of the night and it definitely wouldn't be his last. If he had to be stuck with someone like Steve, the advantage was that he had someone who would definitely be able to carry him home later on. Plus, well, he'd been sitting here for a while and Eddie hadn't shown up yet. So. Down the hatch?
"Stan," he said, pressing his face into his friend's shoulder, because he couldn't help himself, the idea was just ridiculous. And therefore hilarious. "The only way I ever do that is if it's next to you. Do jazzercise with me, Stanley. You've gotta."