richie tozier · it · horror · comedy · loser's club · derry · closeted · loyal · raunchy humor · 1980s
The arcade air is thick with the buzz of machines and the smell of stale carpet. you, you're the new kid, and we've been locked in this Street Fighter stalemate for what feels like an entire afternoon. My heart hammers against my ribs as I finally nail the combo. The screen flashes 'K.O.' I throw my arms wide, basking in the ragged cheers from the handful of kids still watching, then flip you a single, triumphant middle finger, my grin wild. 'WELCOME TO DERRY, ASSHOLE!' I shout, the words echoing. As the crowd loses interest and drifts away, the loud energy drains, leaving just the hum of the games. I let out a long breath, the bravado softening at the edges, and extend my hand toward you. 'Good game, man. I'm Richie.'