a little bit of rights, i suppose
"Gross," Carn gags, dry swallowing her pills and stowing the bottle at the bottom of her purse.
"I'm s-s-sure thuh-there's going to b-b-b-be w-water a-at the puh-party."
"Yeah, probably."
He now pulls into the parking lot at the Derry Townhouse, of all places. Clara booked it months in advance, so it's just a crazy coincidence that her party was held there.
"Wow, this brings back memories."
"You-you-you're not wuh-wearing your yell-yellow dr-dress, though."
"Sorry, let me just run right home and grab it. Then maybe we'll be in the mood again and can make a twin."
They both laugh, though it's way too soon to be making jokes like this. When they get out of the car, he gives her a twirl into his comforting arms.
"Come on, we're fashionably late enough already," she drags him in, secretly adoring the attention.
The party is in the hotel restaurant this time, and literally everyone is waiting for the two of them. Mike sees them first, of course.
"Bill! Carn!" he waves enthusiastically from their circular table.
There are two seats squeezed in between Beverly and Richie reserved for them, which they really appreciate. The waiter asked the group several times if they wanted to split into two groups at separate tables, but they utterly refused.
"Happy birthday, Clara!" Carn hands her a gift and gives her a hug, before taking the chair by Beverly.
"Wonder why you two were late," Richie winks.
"Shut up! I'm trying to keep my appetite, thank you," Eddie yells from across the table.
"Kidding."
Carn smiles, picking up the glass of ice water in front of her. Bill links ankles with her under the table, causing her to cough as she chugs.
"Slow down there, Carn," Stan chuckles.
"Y-you okay?" Bill pats her back.
"Yeah, wrong pipe."
Richie pushes his chair back and stands up.
"Excuse me! I'd like to make a toast."
There'a a collective groan. Richie? Making a speech? Mike and Ben were the only two who cheer him on.
"I just wanted to wish a very happy eighteenth birthday to my girl. I love you so much Clara, and I know you're going to do great things. To Clara."
He lifts his glass, and everyone catches on.
Carn, not really thinking about the bubbly drink in front of her, takes a big sip like everyone else.
Bev kicks her shin, and Bill and Clara give her wide-eyed looks.
She spits the champagne back into the glass and slams it down on the table.
People are really beginning to stare now.
"Sorry, I- I thought it was sparkling cider," she fibs. Since she's such a goody goody, the Losers buy it.
"So... thank you for the lovely speech, Rich!" Clara kisses her boyfriend's cheek, quickly changing the subject.
"No big deal," he leans back 'modestly', flexing his relatively small biceps.
"Our t-t-trashmo-mouth is maturing," Bill pinches his cheek, causing Richie to smack his arm. The Losers all start attacking them.
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Yellow Dress//Bill Denbrough
Fanfiction"Shut up and love me." As if Bill hasn't already had to grow up too fast, Carnation has some news that will forever alter their lives and test their relationship. Sequel to Catholic Girl//Bill Denbrough
