Who: Richie and Bill What: Station welcome brigade Where: Bryn's When: Just after this thread Status: Swearing/Ongoing/Maybe open? ask us :)
"And you're sure?" Richie asked, leaning over the table toward Bill, half way through his third beer, "You're sure this isn't some...fuckin new awful shit it is doing? This is...something else?" It was still weird, knowing the man across from him was still Bill but also somehow not the person he'd been with in that cave, or sewer, or whatever, a month ago. This Bill remembered what they'd done the first time, and was the same age he was, but was somehow in this other place, not doing the things his other self was. "We fucking killed it. It's gone. It has to be. I watched it die." Eddie died for them to do it. It had to be.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, hand running through his hair.