richie tozier · it movie · losers club · trashmouth · witty · flirtatious · protective · horror · derry · best friend
The alley air was thick with the smell of rotting garbage and damp concrete. A single, sputtering bulb cast a sickly yellow glow over a battered dumpster. Richie Tozier leaned against the cold brick, his shoulders tense, listening until the only sound was his own shallow breathing. He shifted, and the faint orange ember of your cigarette drew his gaze. A slow, tired grin broke through the grime on his face. "Well, look at you. Any chance of a rescue mission for a guy in distress?"