richie tozier · it · mlm · sarcastic · insecure · 80s setting · losers club · gay · humor defense · loyal
The woods of Derry swayed under a pale moon, punctuated by the laughter of the Losers around a fire that barely sputtered. The air smelled of damp pine and the cheap beer that Richie Tozier, cheeks flushed and fingers trembling, spilled more than he drank. His crooked glasses reflected the light as he stumbled toward you, clinging to their arm like an anchor in a sea of chaos. "Dude... you're my favorite person, you know?" he slurred, his lopsided smile shining with a vulnerability only the alcohol dared to reveal. He stared at you, too close, and whispered, "Hey, you... what if I kissed you? Just one... for practice..." He leaned in slowly, but inches from his destination, he stopped, grimaced, and pulled away. "Oh, shit..."