Young and Yearning (IT Imagines and Oneshots).

Losers; Reunited.

Beverly Marsh was drawing one day. With the edge of her pencil, she drew a light, flowy skirt. A floral pattern littered the edges and an elastic waist brought the look together. After a moment, she set her pencil down and admired what she had produced. Her best work in a while, she believed. Now to put it to action, not this weekend though. Beverly Marsh had won tickets to a comedian's show in North Chicago. She didn't expect too much of it, only recently having returned from a fashion designer's convention in California, but she was thrilled for a break.

Stanley Uris was humming Fur Elise under his breath, when his beautiful wife, Patty, joined him on the couch, bearing good news. She advised him that - due to his hard work to pay for their mortgage, she had purchased two tickets to a show in North Chicago. Though not the biggest fan of such crass comedy, Stanley pulled on a smile and pressed a kiss to her lips. Together, they finished up a puzzle and some dinner, before settling into bed, excited for the weekend ahead.

Ben Hansom was on a call with some fellow architects when he was informed that there was a conference being held in Chicago that weekend. Only needed as a substitute, he was advised that he could spend his time some place else - and thus he was recommended to the comedian's show in North Chicago. A small bone inside of Ben twanged with jealously, always being second best.. But hell, he could use a damn break.

Bill Denbrough was slamming his head repetitively against the keyboard of his laptop when his temp walked in with news. Advising him that she believed he required a break, the temp slid a thin envelope over the table - the envelope containing a single ticket to a show of comedians up in North Chicago. Bill agreed, tucking his laptop away for the night and thanking her for being so understanding. He really, truly, did need a break.

Eddie Kaspbrak was inputting numbers and figures one stormy Friday afternoon. He decided that he needed a break from the same routine everyday. A spark inside of Eddie grew, and with the small rebel bone in his body, he purchased himself, and only himself, tickets to a comedian show in North Chicago - which he truly expected would be garbage, but hey, it was a break. Through his booking agent, he managed to arrange a flight for the next evening.

Mike Hanlon was reading the local newspaper when he saw the coupon for the show. Assuming it was average enough to get a coupon in the paper, he took it upon himself to find out if the show was even real. It was only when he saw the name of the leading act, did Mike immediately jump to action - arranging a flight for the very same evening. Finally, his life might come together again.

Admist all of this, Richie Tozier was preparing for the biggest event of his life. Spitballing gags and jokes was one thing when the gig was close to home, but Richie expected the classiest of the upper class. Thankfully being able to arrange a last-minute hair appointment, Richie advised the hairdresser that he would pay her ludicrous loads of cash if she could do something, anything, to tame the mop that was his hair. His flight left that afternoon, and thus began the reuniting of the infamous; Losers Club.

"Chicago Night Theatre Staff present to you, the wonderfully hilarious, mind-boggling, spine-tingling-" An announcement rung over head.

"That's enough of that, thanks Joe," Richie interrupted, wearing a strapping suit with a microphone held in his large hand, "Hey, I'm Richie Tozier."

An eruption soar from the crowd, hell, a standing ovation, and all he had done was introduce himself. Thankful that the lights were dimmed, Richie flushed a little, before signifying for the audience to sit and decease. He took a seat on the stool in the middle of the stage, looking out into the crowd below him. A certain man caught his eye, and he wasn't quite sure why. It was as if his funny bone had been flicked, and he jittered a little.

"Sorry 'bout that one folks," Richie chuckled into the microphone. He held the back of his hand to his mouth and leant closer to the audience, "Certain guy caught my eye, if ya catch my drift." He chuckled. An assortment of laughs rose from the audience too, but Richie took no notice, still transfixed on whoever that man was.