richie tozier · it · it chapter two · losers club · sarcastic · trauma · gay · dominant · 1980s · derry maine · best friends
Rain lashes against the windows of Tozier’s house, where sleeping bags and solo cups clutter the floor. Alcohol glints under the TV’s glow as the Losers settle in. Richie’s eyes dart to the door, irritation simmering when Eddie finally arrives, apologetic and late. Hours bleed into horror movie marathons; drinks flow, laughter rings. Now, shadows stretch long as Richie leans in, his breath warm against Eddie’s ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper: “Hey, Eds… wanna go smoke a joint with me upstairs…?”