dogfight : reddie

we're having some kinda time

gonna be havin' some kinda time!

"woo!" ben jumped, pumping his fist in the air. richie and bill jumped with him. the three performed their secret handshake. the three b's, they called themselves. during training, richie had gotten the nickname bitchie, which had been his contribution to the b themed nicknames. 

"fuck this p-place, we're going to b-buh-be heroes!" bill shouted, letting the town know that they could give less fucks. 

it was the three's last day before they left overseas, to fight as part of the marine corps. by this time tomorrow, they'd be off. thus, this night was planned to be the best. get drunk until they couldn't see, hear, or feel. and there was something else, too.

"we're going to be kings tonight, men." richie said satisfactorily, bill pulling him into the street. 

"sp-pin me, baby!" bill mimicked a high pitched voice. richie spun bill dramatically, cackling as he did so. 

"oh man, when you guys see my date, you'll turn to stone!" ben told them, richie shaking his head and rolling his eyes. 

"you haven't even g-guh-got one yet!" bill walked over to ben and pushed him, who pushed bill in retaliation.

"yeah... but she'll be ugly." ben shrugged casually and richie broke out into laughter again. "you guys have an advantage being gay, there are so many ugly guys!" ben complained, sighing loudly.

"yeah, look at this one! talk about a looker," richie pointed to bill, sighing. bill gasped dramatically and rammed his body weight into richie, who went flying backwards. ben was snorting. as richie regained balance, the three noticed three other young marines coming around the corner. they recognized one only, mike hanlon. the three moved into a line, greeting them.

"hanlon! what's up?" richie put out his hand for a high five from mike, who ignored it. richie feigned pain, being struck in the chest.

"ladies," mike gestured to the three b's, "i want you to meet connor bowers and will fector." he gestured to the other boys he was standing with. will and connor both looked kind of intimidated by bill, richie, and ben.

"fecked her? i hardly know her!" richie muttered, pleased with his own joke. ben swatted richie's arm, although he was holding in a laugh. bill snickered quietly.

"so what's up with them?" ben asked, looking at the motley duo. they were both a little hunched over.

"i heard you guys were sponsoring a little event tonight? the dogfight? we want in." connor spoke up, speaking for both the boys. richie raised his eyebrows and looked to the other boys. mike had a small smirk on his face.

"you know the r-rules?" bill asked, his voice accusatory.

"the marine with the ugliest date wins the pot." it was will's turn to speak up, crossing his arms.

"bring whatever gender you're into. no lookers, hookers, or cuckoo-brains." richie clarified, putting an arm on ben's shoulder.

"fuck, so i can't bring your mom?" mike's comment made the group break into rowdy laughter. richie punched mike lightly, who shrugged innocently.

"you break the rules, you're disqualified. got it?" richie asked, both will and connor nodding. mike looked rather proud of the two of them. "cool. you got the 50 bucks?" 

"sure do." both will and connor reached into their pockets. pulling out 50 bucks each, they handed it over to bill, who flipped through it.

"looks like an outstanding c-cuh-candidate to me! out-fucking-standing" bill exclaimed, connor looking confused (and a bit disgusted) at bill's stutter. bill smelled the cash and handed it over to ben. ben shoved the cash in his pocket.