Carn isn't a plane clapper. However, on the rare occasion of her being wasted, she's eccentric, to say the least. So she can't help but applaud giddily when the plane lands. Forgetting her carry-on, she stumbles out of her seat. The flight attendant is kind enough to flag her down and hand it to her.
She get into a taxi and asks the driver to take her to the Derry Townhouse, though she's barely in her right mind and sits in the front seat. After a long sixty minutes of Carn changing the radio station constantly (claiming that the songs weren't "ambient" enough) and asking the driver questions like why he has a beard or if he prefers chocolate or strawberry milk, he pulls up to the hotel. She thanks him and gives him a tip as well as the Sky High magazine she took from the plane. He just prays that she's in the right place.
Lugging her baggage to the front desk, she begs the receptionist for the key to her husband's room. It isn't until Carn shows the lady her ID that she's handed it, and she sways up to the fourth floor.
"Room 400, 401, 402...." she reads each one aloud, probably disturbing the other guests, until she reaches 446.
Unlocking the door and swinging it open, she calls, "Bill...?"
There's no response. She's alone- and bored. So Carn does what any drunk, lonely person would do- orders room service, jumps on the bed, reads and enacts stories from the Bible that every hotel has.
Her husband doesn't come back until an hour and a half later, stressed beyond control. And what he sees does not diffuse his tension.
"Bill!!" Carn sits up from doing child's pose on the bed. "You're back!!"
Bill freezes. This cannot be real. If it really is Carn.... he was responsible for Georgie, he couldn't be responsible for her too. How could she be here?
"C-Carnation, what the fuh-fuh-fuck are you d-d-doing here??"
"I wanted to come! Have some fries!" she gestures to the plate of nothing but french fries on the dresser.
"Are you dr-drunk?"
"Nooo," she slurs, pointing to him. "I think you're drunk."
"Th-th-that's it. We b-b-both know what h-h-happens when you-you're drunk," he picks her up, making her giggle and shriek. He carries her to the bathroom, waiting for the unfortunate time where she'll puke her guts out.
"Hey, hey Bill?"
"Y-yes?"
"I think we had sex in this hotel!!" Carn whispers, like they aren't the other ones in the room.
"Yes," Bill sighs, "I th-think we did."
How could he forget sneaking off from her mother's wedding reception? They were so young, so innocent, so ignorant of what consequences that one night would have on the rest of their lives.
"Are you mad at me?" she pouts.
"I a-a-am, but we'll tuh-talk ab-about in the m-m-morning."
"Okay," she says, leaning over the toilet.
Here we go, Bill thinks to himself. He pushes away his fury and fear and confusion and holds her hair back, enduring the rank sounds of her retching. Gagging, he gives her back gentle massages and kisses.
"I think I'm done," she finally announces after twenty minutes of throwing up. Bill nods and helps her out of her clothes and into the tub, turning on the water. After she cleans up, there are her pajamas and a toothbrush neatly on a pile for her.
Exhausted, she limps out of the bathroom. Bill is already in bed, but not on his laptop like usual. He's staring out beyond the abyss, a mixture of pain and worry on his face.
"Bill?" Carn's voice is soft and light now. Quivering, she climbs in next to him.
He is shaken out of his nightmare- awake nightmare- and kisses the top of her head.
"Good n-night."
And, ever so reluctantly, he flicks off the light.
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Splendor//Bill Denbrough
Fanfiction"We're going to be okay, Bill." Bill and Carnation return to Derry and the Losers after twenty two years with the intention of ending It once and for all. Little do they know, their sons have the same plan. The third and final part to the Catholic...
