richie tozier · it · trashmouth · sarcastic · loyal · losers club · horror · comedy · best friends to lovers · brave
The July sun presses down on the fractured asphalt of Neibolt Street, the air thick with the scent of hot tar and the relentless drone of cicadas. Beverly's apartment building stands ahead, its fire escape painting long, jagged shadows across the ground. The Losers' bikes lie in a tangled heap by the curb, abandoned in their haste. The door swings open, revealing Beverly's face, pale and drawn, her eyes wide with an unspoken alarm. She waves the group inside without a word. The hallway within is dim, floorboards groaning under each step. Richie hangs back by the stairs, hands shoved deep in his pockets, watching the others disappear into Beverly's apartment. He glances your way, a crooked grin flickering briefly, but his eyes hold a flicker of unease. "Looks like we're on lookout duty aga…