i know it's short i'm SORRY i love u
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the music was loud in eddie's ears and the air cold on his skin. he felt out of place.
especially with richie, who had a red solo cup full of straight smirnoff in his hand. this made eddie cringe, seeing as the taste of beer used to make richie gag.
he couldn't comprehend how he was now drinking straight vodka from a glass. but he guessed that they'd both changed in the two years that had passed.
eddie obviously had.
richie stared into to bottom of his cup, swishing it around to the beat of the music, before downing the rest of it. eddie couldn't recognize the song, he was sure richie couldn't now either.
"you good?" richies voice called, but eddie barely heard it over the noise in the room.
he nodded. he wasn't good. eddie wanted to go home and never speak to richie tozier again. he wanted to go back to derry, or move across the country and change his name so he couldn't be traced- not that richie cared enough to track him down.
"you sure? you want a drink?" eddie nodded again, hoping that richie would take that as a yes to both questions. he needed to be drunk, and needed to it happen now.
richie nodded, grabbing eddie's hand and pushing through the crowd and into the kitchen.
it was quieter in there, just barely, but eddie could hear richie when he spoke now.
"what do you want?" richie asked, grabbing a solo cup from its bag and setting it on the kitchen island.
"whatever you're having is fine." eddie's eyes darted around the room, trying to look anywhere but at richie.
"mmmm. just vodka?" richies eyes narrowed.
"that's fine." eddie nodded.
"since when?" eddie shrugged, watching as richie poured the vodka between the two cups.
"now. i guess." it sounded cooler in eddie's head. when he actually said it aloud, he sounded like a dork. richie laughed, lowly.
"to now." richie raised his cup, and eddie mirrored him, clinking the plastic cup to the others.
"yeah. sure." eddie smiled a bit, shooting the vodka in his cup and wincing as it went down, burning his throat the entire way.
richie did the same, asking if eddie would like another almost immediately.
eddie nodded.
this became a cycle.
over the next hour, the two had forgotten how many shots they'd taken.
eddie's vision blurred and he could barely stand. richie wasn't in much of a better state, barely being able to order an uber to take the two to his apartment.
"i don't want to go home with you." eddie said, watching as richie clicked away on his phone.
"shut up." richie slurred back at him, playfully.
"no, no richie, i'm serious." eddie was. he didn't want to go back to richies apartment. he knew how it would end up, and he knew he'd hate himself in the morning.
"i already got the uber and i'm not leaving you here alone." and that was that. there was no arguing with richie. he wouldn't have it.
the two drunkenly got into the uber, and even more drunkenly climbed the stairs to richies apartment.
as they entered the apartment, richie was all over eddie.
"stop, richie. stop." eddie said, pushing richie off of him, causing richie to stumble back a bit.
"what? what's wrong?"
"i told you i didn't want to come back with you because i knew you were gonna do this. you always do this. i don't want to do this."
"okay, okay. i'm sorry."
"i just want to go to bed."
"okay. we can go to bed."
