(Eddie drawls this and sticks his tongue out of his mouth at Richie in an exaggerated expression of disgust. The shift was a welcome one. There was too much stacked up from Deerington that could be talked about effortlessly in one sitting. They just had to take what they could and run from there.
They could both do this. Eddie rubs his hands down the front of his shorts, and he wanted to do his best to try and keep it cool. Some part of paranoid that if he didn't then Richie might leave, might slip right between his fingers.)
Oh fuck you. I know where a lot more than just the pharmacy is. (Though he definitely frequented the pharmacy more than he was about to admit. Oh but then he gets such a grin on his face, rocking back onto his heels.)
Hey. This means I get to show you my sweet ride. Wait here. Hold on.
(Eddie's spinning on his feet and darting away around the corner from which he'd already come from. There's a few minutes of silence, and then there's a low mechanical grumble. Slowly a red beast of a car comes around the corner, the windows blacked out in an uneasy sort way, and the car pulls right up next to the curb. It's threatening for a car, but then Eddie's opening the driver's door and standing up, looking over the hood at Richie with the world's biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Yes, Richie, you can think he's the coolest kid on the block now. He permits it.)
(Eddie's not thinking too hard. If he was he'd realize that he had a spare pair of Richie's glasses on the dash carefully locked around a weird bobble head of a Saint Bernard that looked like it had eaten a bar of soap. He's not thinking about what that might mean though- having Richie's glasses on his dash. He's too busy eager to show off the fact that yeah, he could drive, and yes, he had a bitching car.)
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(Eddie drawls this and sticks his tongue out of his mouth at Richie in an exaggerated expression of disgust. The shift was a welcome one. There was too much stacked up from Deerington that could be talked about effortlessly in one sitting. They just had to take what they could and run from there.
They could both do this. Eddie rubs his hands down the front of his shorts, and he wanted to do his best to try and keep it cool. Some part of paranoid that if he didn't then Richie might leave, might slip right between his fingers.)
Oh fuck you. I know where a lot more than just the pharmacy is. (Though he definitely frequented the pharmacy more than he was about to admit. Oh but then he gets such a grin on his face, rocking back onto his heels.)
Hey. This means I get to show you my sweet ride. Wait here. Hold on.
(Eddie's spinning on his feet and darting away around the corner from which he'd already come from. There's a few minutes of silence, and then there's a low mechanical grumble. Slowly a red beast of a car comes around the corner, the windows blacked out in an uneasy sort way, and the car pulls right up next to the curb. It's threatening for a car, but then Eddie's opening the driver's door and standing up, looking over the hood at Richie with the world's biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Yes, Richie, you can think he's the coolest kid on the block now. He permits it.)
Meet Christine.
(Eddie's not thinking too hard. If he was he'd realize that he had a spare pair of Richie's glasses on the dash carefully locked around a weird bobble head of a Saint Bernard that looked like it had eaten a bar of soap. He's not thinking about what that might mean though- having Richie's glasses on his dash. He's too busy eager to show off the fact that yeah, he could drive, and yes, he had a bitching car.)