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Drunk Confessions | richie tozier

YOU ARE READING PART ONE

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

requested | Anonymous, @/beepbeeprichtozier on tumblr

warnings | Underage drinking, swearing

word count | 1,670

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

>> parts <<

one | Drunk Confessions

two | Damn Interruptions

summary | Could you write an aged up Richie where they take him home from a party and he's just super drunk and starts spilling the losers secrets and tells the reader he likes them

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You were never really one for parties. None of the Losers were. Well, none except Richie. As he got older he stayed very attached to the Losers' club but he also ventured a bit out of his comfort zone. If there was a party, Richie knew about it and even if he wasn't invited, he'd always be there. No one complained. In fact, if King Trashmouth wasn't at your party, then it wasn't even a party.

You always found it quite weird that Richie stuck around. There were so many popular people who thought he was cool and wanted him in their friend group, yet he stayed with the Losers. You weren't complaining, of course. He's been one of your best friends since Elementary school and you were glad he still was.

With you two always being so close, you worried about him. A lot. Richie was somewhat responsible and usually always scheduled someone to get him home safely, but you always called and checked. You couldn't risk the fact that one night, Richie might get so fucked up that he won't think straight and get behind the wheel. You weren't gonna risk that. Not ever.

That's why you were making your way to your phone at three in the morning, clutching the number to the party in your hand. You sighed and picked the phone up, dialing as the nagging ate at your brain. You pursed your lips as the phone rang. Once. Twice. By the third ring, you were almost sure that no one would pick up, but sighed in relief as the loud buzz from the other line met your ear.

"Hello? Hello? Yes, is there a Richie Tozier there?" You asked. The background noise seemed to drown out the persons' voice. You were barely even able to decipher what he said.

"Trashmouth? Hell yeah, he's here! That guy can party for hours!" He shouted. You exhaled and gave a small smile. If he was still at the party then he wasn't driving. That was good.

"Okay, thank you. Can you make sure he doesn't leave?" You asked. The guy laughed.

"That dude is so fucked up, he can barely even stand. Trust me, he's not going anywhere." He replied. You sighed.

"Alright. Goodbye." You muttered and placed the phone back on the receiver. You groaned and grabbed your keys from the peg on the wall. One day, he's gonna realize how much this drinking affects him.

You grabbed your sweater and unlocked your front door, keeping as quiet as you could. After unlocking the car door, you got in and started it up. You slowly backed out of the driveway and began to drive to the address Richie had given you.

>> timeskip <<

You sighed as the house came into view. Several people were out front and the lawn looked trashed. The party was still up and running but you knew if Richie stayed for any longer, he'd do something stupid if he hadn't already.