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It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression 'As brilliant as a hangover whilst your friends laugh at you'
I'm writing this sitting in the kitchen sink, and imagining this scenerio grows dimmer, so no, I won't describe how Stan was feeling exactly in this situation, and if I can't write it, then fuck it, it can't be done. Just inagine the lowest point in your life, but then forget it, as it has no relevance to this whatsoever I just fancied a bit of pain, for my own entertainment purposes.
"Oh you had me for a second there Stan" Bev laughed, between gasps of air, Stan judt stared at them as both she and Mike entertained themselves at Stan's expense. "I thought you were being serious"
"And Richie said you don't have a sense of humour" Mike said, wiping away a tear, because why not? Why not make this a theatrical piece, cue a musical number about Stan's insecurites as well while their at it?
When Mike and Bev had, stopped percieving Stan as a stand-up comedian, and noted his deadpan expression it packed away their laughter in a heart beat.
"Bill?" Bev asked "Bill as in our Bill, Bill Denbrough?" Stan rolled his eyes. There was no way she could've misheard him, and still be this amused. "You think Bill Denbrough is Crashmat?"
Stan raised his eyebrow. "I mean, the same Bill who spent the past year hiding from everyone? Who's only to been to like one of my parties, the one when he freaked out when you kissed him?"
"The very same" Stan muttered, Mike's intention of revelation provoking more of a bored town, as he'd already been through the same internal crisis when he fell sober, when Bill went and Stan was allowed to have a existential crisis in peace.
This crisis seemed to only really be discribed by Stan as being like a poster that hung in their nursery classroom. It was an ugly shade of yellow, featuring a labeled grid of cartoon faces displaying various emotions. The ballooning letters rised from the nearly-forgotten memory and danced past him like a nightmarishly cheerful parade, cartoon faces proclaiming their emotions in big capital letters: CONFUSED! DOUBTFUL! SURPRISED!
"Ok, ok, how did you come to the conclusion?" Bev asked "Was it before or after...the influece of drugs?"
Stan rolled his eyes yet again, confinced that this conversation, and this conversation alone held the record. "Think about it, blue eyes, drugs, huge English nerd, whenever I see him at school he's always annotating a play or something. Richie won him a teddy and he has similair music taste"
Bev still wasn't convinced apparently "Bill's hid himself for the past year, do you think we would've noticed if he was at Mike's parties? He only came with us twice, the first time was the first time you went and then the second when you scared him off, hasn't been since" Bev explained. "I think I would've noticed if he was an addict, Stan I was the only one by his side for a while, he's only ever messed around with that shit with you. Also everyone has similair music taste, don't listen to fanfiction that tells you otherwise"
