dogfight : reddie

peeping tom

"i'm telling you, they got this thing rigged! first it stops when her bra's almost off, and now it shuts off when she's so close to losing her panties! what the fuck?" ben groaned, stepping away from a coin-operated peepshow. 

the three boys had ended up at the arcade, ben using the peepshow, bill off to get beers, and richie playing a rather violent shooting game. he looked to be boiling with anger, involved in the game.

"yeah, take it! right in between the eyes!" richie growled, slamming the machine with his fist.

ben deposited another coin, "cmon baby, it's me. don't break my heart now," he spoke to the machine. 

bill walked into the room, holding two beers. he wandered over to richie, "got you a beer."

"christ!" richie said to the game, unaware of bill's presence. bill put the beer out, swiping his hand back as richie threw himself back, "sonofabitch!" he shouted at the game, continuing to play. bill raised an eyebrow, looking over to ben, who was muttering something to himself. 

"aw fuck you! goddamn son of a fucking bitch. i'll blow your fucking head off," richie kicked the machine and groaned, backing up from the machine. he leaned against the wall. bill walked up to richie.

"what's your p-pruh-problem, bitchie? mad you got your ass kuh-kicked by a girly boy tonight?" bill snickered, holding the beer out. richie snatched the beer out of his hand and grabbed bill's shirt collar. 

"the fuck you trying to say, you miserable piece of shit?" there might as well have been steam fuming out of richie's ears. bill seemed mostly unaffected. he reached a hand out to richie.

"hey now, s-suh-settle down," he tried to tell richie, who just got angrier.

"i don't got a fuckin' problem, you do!" richie yelled in bill's face, getting closer and closer.

"hey. i'm just drinking a beer, he's just looking at titties," bill took over control, his tone of voice stern and without stutter. richie huffed in his face.

"trying, to look at titties," ben muttered from the corner.

"trying. you need to stuh-stand down," bill told richie who backed off. richie turned back to the machine. bill raised an eyebrow,  "he really got under your skin, huh?" he asked, richie saying nothing and wishing he had more hair to run his hands through.

"what do i care? marines have been throwing dogfights since they been defending the constitution," richie convinced himself he didn't care, lightly kicking the machine. 

"that's ruh-ruh-right, shak-k-ke it off," bill said, richie filling up with newfound confidence. 

"dammit!" ben swore at the machine, richie smirking at an idea.

"enough with the machine, we gotta find you the real thing," richie decided, renewed with energy. bill nodded.

"the time has come: ben handscum, you're about to b-b-become a man." bill added, ben cheering up immensely. ben raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'how?'

"tonight, you pay for it." richie announced.