68. americana

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by: rauqthetommo
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"Richie? Richie Tozier?" Eddie blinks, his mouth dry.

He turns around, and sure fuck enough, it's him. "Eddie Kaspbrak!" Richie says, face breaking out into a huge smile. "What a surprise!" Richie's eyes fall on Myra, still hanging off of Eddie's arm. "And hello," He says, still fucking smiling. "Who's this stunning creature?"

"Myra Kaspbrak," She shakes Richie's hand. "Eddie's wife."

"Well," Richie kisses the back of Myra's hand. "Never thought I'd meet the woman that could tie old Eddie down." He's practically charming Myra to death.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie asks, taking Richie's presence in. He's wearing a plain gray suit, pants pressed flat and white shirt ironed crisp. He has his jacket thrown over his shoulder casually, showing off his patterned tie and striped suspenders.

"Well, I just stopped in to make a deposit, of course." Richie says easily, stepping aside to let a woman with a child walk past him.

"In town, I mean." Eddie clarifies, running his hand down the length of his tie. He feels hot, like the temperature in the bank went up 30 degrees.

"Well, I've just been asked to host a radio show. People are really coming around to this whole radio thing, Eds. I'm sure it'll become as popular as the movies one day." Richie winks.

"An entertainer," Myra smiles. "How very interesting!"

"What do you do, Eds?" Richie asks.

"Uh—" Eddie stumbles, still not quite able to grasp what's happening. Not really understanding how Richie can be here, standing right in front of him at the bank, making small talk with his wife.

"Eddie works at the stock market." Myra supplies, patting Eddie's arm.

"Your profession suits you, Eds." Richie winks again.

"Thank you," Eddie says quietly.

"Would you like to join us for dinner tonight, Mr. Tozier?" Myra offers.

No! Eddie's brain screams. He can't have Richie over at his house, with his wife. That's one great big fat sack of no.

"I'd love to," Richie answers, smiling. "If that's alright with you, of course, Eddie."

Eddie swallows hard as Richie and Myra continue to look at him. "Yes," He says, softer than he'd meant to. He clears his throat and tries again. "Yes, of course. We'd love to have you."

"That's so nice of you two." Richie smiles his big goofy smile, eyes lighting up behind his glasses. He checks his watch. "I actually do have to get going now," He says.

"We won't keep you," Myra smiles.

Eddie watches as Myra gives Richie their address, watching Richie write it down on a pad of paper he'd produced from his pocket. His writes quickly, his handwriting tilting on the page. It looks just the same as it did all those years ago. Richie hasn't changed a bit. "I'll see you both tonight," Richie shakes Myra's hand again. "See you tonight, Eds." Richie throws another wink his way, clapping Eddie on the shoulder before walking past them and straight out the door.

"What a nice man," Myra comments.

Eddie barely hears her. Richie's touch had warmed his entire body, the place where his hand had been still tingling.

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Eddie drinks more than he means to before Richie comes over, much to Myra's dismay.

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