Dates? I don't think -oh you mean like some chicks or something? No. No. Looks like the soul train left.
[Richie looks around and blinks against the clear change in time, he realizes a bit wistfully he has no idea what time it is. He pulls back a sleeve of the sweater he's wearing and his watch isn't there and he so he sighs haplessly.]
What um- what day is it?
[Something fond would have found his face if it hadn't been for the fact that he was absolutely wasted. Not just drunk, but riding the coattails of something else thrumming under his skin like a thousand angry ants.]
I should, I could probably call a car.
[Richie roots around for his cell phone, and isn't surprised so much as irritated when it's gone. He sighs in an uncomfortable sort of way.] Shit. My phone's gone.
[That's the second one in so many months and he drags a tired hand over his face. Of course, he wants to hang out with Eddie like old times, but he's not so sure he's in the right sort of space.]
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[Richie looks around and blinks against the clear change in time, he realizes a bit wistfully he has no idea what time it is. He pulls back a sleeve of the sweater he's wearing and his watch isn't there and he so he sighs haplessly.]
What um- what day is it?
[Something fond would have found his face if it hadn't been for the fact that he was absolutely wasted. Not just drunk, but riding the coattails of something else thrumming under his skin like a thousand angry ants.]
I should, I could probably call a car.
[Richie roots around for his cell phone, and isn't surprised so much as irritated when it's gone. He sighs in an uncomfortable sort of way.] Shit. My phone's gone.
[That's the second one in so many months and he drags a tired hand over his face. Of course, he wants to hang out with Eddie like old times, but he's not so sure he's in the right sort of space.]
Sorry, I- why'd you - were you at the party?