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"HEY, UH where's Richie.?" You stopped in your tracks and Eddie went wide-eyed.

"Holy shit, we lost him!" He shouted over the noise of the party and dragged his hands down his face in panic. You pried Eddie's hands away from is eyes and took a quick scan around the rampant, crowded room.

"He couldn't have gone far, Eds. I mean, he's definitely still here. You know how hard it is to get him away from booze." You shrugged with confidence and felt an arm touching your shoulder.

"Come with me," Beverly instructed close to your ear,

"you guys don't wanna miss this." You peered over at Eddie, who went pale in the face as he was led through the crowd.

Before you were even in eyeshot of the karaoke station, you heard tapping on the microphone and a loud

"ahem." And then cue the music.

"Baby, can't you see; the voice echoed through the speakers and you finally made it to the front to see Richie holding the mic, just as you had feared,

"I'm calling..a guy like you should wear a warning."

"No fucking way. Your jaw dropped as he pretended to pole dance while singing the "I'm falling" line.

"He's impressive." Bev chuckled and watched your roller coaster of reactions to Richie's surprise show. That is, until Richie started removing his clothing.

"Nope! I'm out." Eddie threw his arms up and pushed through the crowd, disappearing in the process. You caught Richie's hawaiian shirt and thought it would only go that far. It didn't.

It went farther. You drew the line as soon as he reached for his belt and stomped on stage, pulling him away and to the exit. Beverly followed.

"Hey!" Richie pouted while actively trying not to lose his balance. " was performing!""Put your shirt back on." You handed him his clothes and watched him struggle to get his arms back in the holes. You shook your head and assisted him while Bev went to get him some water.

"Here, Rich. Have some of this." She handed him a red solo cup.

"Vodka? I like your style!" He slurred and gulped the water down, then spat it out.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"What are we gonna do with him?" Bev asked.

"I guess l'll take him back to my place. Ms.
Maggie will flip if she sees him like this...again."
You sighed and helped Richie to his feet.

"C'mon, bud. Let's get going."

"You sure you can walk home?" Bev asked.

"I mean, you're not exactly sober, either."

"I'm sober enough to know he shouldn't take his clothes off in front of everyone at the party." You took his hand and led him to the sidewalk where you started your short journey home, which was only four blocks away.

"Are we there yet?" Richie asked for the hundredth time.

"Yes," you told him and his face lit up,

"now you have to be super quiet, okay?" You asked and he nodded as confirmation. The two of you tiptoed to your room and Richie began to strip again. It really wasn't anything you hadn't seen before.

"Just take a shower, Rich. Be careful." Richie complied and walked into your bathroom. You found the pajamas he stashed away in your closet and left them on the sink.

His toothbrush was already in there for his convenience. You got dressed in some pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the night light that was changing colors and starting to trip you out.
Richie emerged from the bathroom with a groan.

"Why do you let me do the things that I do?" He asked as he crawled into bed with you.

"I don't. I specifically try to prevent them." You turned to your other side to face him.

"Do you need the trash can?" You poked his stomach.

"Ooh!" Richie moaned.

"If you do that again, I will. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling.

"Hey, Rich?" You mimicked his position.

"Did you wear your glasses in the shower?"

"Shit, I think I did." He mumbled. You reached for them and placed them on your nightstand.

"Alright, dude. Get some rest. I'll make my secret hangover cure in the morning." You assured him and moved back to lying on your side. You felt Richie's arms surround you as he became the big spoon and put his mouth next to your ear. You hated that.

He knew that. spoon and put his mouth next to your ear. You hated that. He knew that.

"Goodnight," he slurred happily

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