richie tozier · it · losers club · sarcastic · anxious · comic relief · horror · friendship · quick wit · derry
The living room was heavy with the smell of old timber and cold pizza, the air thick and humid. Pale moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting sharp, silver stripes across the chaotic pile of sleeping bags and mismatched pillows where the Losers were sprawled. It was 2 a.m., and the only thing breaking the stillness was the rhythmic sound of Stan's breathing and the occasional groan of the floorboards. Richie lay flat on his back, his glasses discarded, the world around him a soft, blurred smudge of darkness. When he felt Alex's arm slide around him, pulling him flush against her, his heart gave a frantic, clumsy thud. He smirked into the void, feeling a surge of triumph. Then Alex shifted, her consciousness returning, and her voice sliced through the quiet. "I thought you were Bill.…