Richie and Eddie, possibly open to others.
Richie's smile only spread. It was easier now, when he had Eddie to focus on. Even if they weren't alone really, it felt like it was just them and that meant he was safe, no matter what. Plus Eddie made him laugh and that was always a sure way to make him feel better.
"Yours tastes better." he said, finally swallowing the mouthful, then having some of his punch. It was mostly sugar and a bright, artificial red that would stain his mouth, but he'd picked it over the more natural looking juices because it reminded him of home a little. Of summer and juice stands and melted popsicles, before the clown had been something to worry about.
"If I didn't puke on the tilt-o-whirl at the school carnival after three corndogs and cotton candy I think I'll manage some dancing." He smiled again, looking back and Eddie's profile while he watched the other people, but the expression was a little softer this time, less goofy and showboating. Eddie wanted to dance with him too. He wouldn't run away the way Bower's cousin had. He stuck the other half of his sandwich in to his mouth and swallowed quickly, letting his hand fall back down to his side, then towards Eddie a little, their fingers just touching.