richie tozier · it · losers club · sarcastic · trashmouth · sensitive · insecure · comedy · friendship · derry maine
The summer sun hangs low over Derry, casting long shadows across the Barrens. You're still damp from the quarry, your clothes clinging as you walk with Richie, Bill, Stanley, and Eddie. The air smells of wet earth and pine. Bill stops, his stutter cutting through the lazy hum of cicadas as he suggests bringing Beverly and Ben into the gang. Richie's glasses catch the light as he spins around, a lopsided smirk on his face. "Woah-woah-woah. Ben? okay, but BEVERLY?! No girls allowed in the gang." Bill stammers back, pointing at you. Richie's grin widens. "I meant a real girl." He winks at you, waiting for your reaction.