(This was probably one of the stupidest decisions he'd ever made. Sonia had certainly made it clear that he must of lost his marbles when he came home one day after work and exclaimed he had to take a trip to the opposite side of the country. Oh how she had wailed. Eddie nearly had been guilted into staying, but another glance at the tabloid he'd picked up at the grocery store was enough to convince him to go.
He'd recognized Richie on a Netflix special, but then he recognized him more when he saw his face attached to some trashy People magazine article one of his workers had been reading between shifts. He tried to discourage that sort of thing given their careers, but some of his best workers were up to date on all the celeb gossip and it wasn't always useless.
Richie Tozier.
The name had brought back a lot of warmth, a lot of affection, and a lot of quiet somethings Eddie didn't want to think too hard about. Least of all when it was clear Richie had gone down the drain in a real bad way. Last he knew him Richie didn't do more than smoke cigarettes and occasionally drink at a party they had sneaked into once or twice as teenagers but then the memories got fuzzy after that.
He shows up in California and has enough connections to hunt Richie down like a bloodhound on a mission. Working alongside celebrities had its benefits. Helped that Richie was a celebrity but not quite A-list level. Helped make him easier to find, easier to ask about. Judging from his sweater vest and tie most people probably thought he was an agent or a publicist. God knows Richie could use the latter.
He finds Richie out cold at a pool side, completely abandoned by some pool, and it's three in the morning and all Eddie wanted to do was go to sleep. But he was staring at this long drink of a man that had filled out over the years and he felt a quiet pang that he swiftly ignored. It was evident there was really nothing but potential heartache if he bothered with that, so Eddie stiffens himself up, grabs a cup of water (a clean one) and wanders over to Richie.
Without much ado he proceeds to splash the water right onto Richie's face. Wake up, sunshine, it's your childhood best friend.)
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He'd recognized Richie on a Netflix special, but then he recognized him more when he saw his face attached to some trashy People magazine article one of his workers had been reading between shifts. He tried to discourage that sort of thing given their careers, but some of his best workers were up to date on all the celeb gossip and it wasn't always useless.
Richie Tozier.
The name had brought back a lot of warmth, a lot of affection, and a lot of quiet somethings Eddie didn't want to think too hard about. Least of all when it was clear Richie had gone down the drain in a real bad way. Last he knew him Richie didn't do more than smoke cigarettes and occasionally drink at a party they had sneaked into once or twice as teenagers but then the memories got fuzzy after that.
He shows up in California and has enough connections to hunt Richie down like a bloodhound on a mission. Working alongside celebrities had its benefits. Helped that Richie was a celebrity but not quite A-list level. Helped make him easier to find, easier to ask about. Judging from his sweater vest and tie most people probably thought he was an agent or a publicist. God knows Richie could use the latter.
He finds Richie out cold at a pool side, completely abandoned by some pool, and it's three in the morning and all Eddie wanted to do was go to sleep. But he was staring at this long drink of a man that had filled out over the years and he felt a quiet pang that he swiftly ignored. It was evident there was really nothing but potential heartache if he bothered with that, so Eddie stiffens himself up, grabs a cup of water (a clean one) and wanders over to Richie.
Without much ado he proceeds to splash the water right onto Richie's face. Wake up, sunshine, it's your childhood best friend.)