In A Different Light

The Thrift Store Part II

Bill sat in one of the chairs lined up near the wall, waiting for Joan and Richie to come out of the dressing areas.

Joan stepped out of the dressing room wearing a suit, hair hidden in a top hat. She leaned against the wall, putting one foot up against it. "This would be fucking amazing if I had a cane."

Bill examined Joans outfit. "Yeah."

Beverly looked at Joan’s outfit. "You totally rock that outfit."

{After Beverly examined Joan’s outfit, she looked into the dressing room she walked out of. She saw a figure with glowing eyes looking at her. She backed away a little bit as she saw it, wondering if she was just seeing something in her imagination.}

Bill listened to the music for a few moments, then got into it. Bill started tapping his foot and humming along to the song.

Joan looked back and forth between Bill and Beverly and started grinning.

Bill looked up and saw that Joan was looking at him and was confused. "W-what?"

Joan nodded her head towards Beverly.

Bill looked over at Beverly, who luckily wasn't looking in his direction, then looked back at Joan. "But..."
Bill wasn't too sure about going over to Beverly. He got kind of nervous in that moment.

Joan frowned a bit. "What? Don't know how to dance, Denbrough?"

Bill looked at his lap, then back up, then shook his head 'no'.

Joan went to Bill and held out her hand.

{Beverly looked at the figure with the glowing eyes as it disappeared from her view.}

Beverly looked back at Joan and had a fake smile. "Bill, go dance with the lovely looking Joan.”

Joan glanced at Beverly and grinned. "Just gotta prep him up for you."

Beverly winked at Joan. “Do what you need to do to him."

Bill looked over at Beverly, then back at Joan and gave an 'I've got this' look. Bill then got up and went over to Beverly, offering his hand.

"Go get her, tiger." Joan said. "Richie, hurry the fuck up!" She yelled out.

Beverly took Bill’s hand and pulled him closer to her.

Bill laughed and put his hands on Beverly's waste.

Joan sighed. "Richie, come on!"

“Hold the fuck on!” He yelled back, pulling the socks onto his feet and up his legs. The dress fit surprisingly well. It was just a little shorter than it would normally be. He glared down at the high heels, examining them for a second. “I’m gonna break my fucking ankle or something.” He mumbled, still putting them on. He struggled to stand up and keep his balance as he opened up the door.

“Ta-da!” He announced, doing jazz hands before leaning against a wall for support.

Beverly blushed as Bill put his hands on her waist. She smiled at him and started dancing with him. She took a glance at Richie in the outfit Bill and her picked out. She chuckled as he walked out of the dressing room in the dress.

Joan turned to look at Richie and her mouth fell agape. "Holy shit. Guys, are you seeing this?"

“Yeah, I’m seeing it, Joan." Beverly said.

Joan pulled Richie to the side. "Dude, I've GOT to do your hair!"

Richie stumbled a bit before nodding. “Go ahead.”