(It really had been an honest slip. And while it wasn't entirely explicit in its meaning, it didn't really have to be. Eddie was definitely more of an honest drunk. His walls came down quicker.
Eddie was curled on his couch waiting for Richie, and when Richie shows up he wakes up from the inside out. There was proof of his drinking on the coffee table in a half empty scotch bottle. No glass. There was some low, jazzy kind of music playing. He was in one of his own plain t-shirts, but a pair of Richie's sweats, which he had to roll the waist band over a few times so that the legs wouldn't drag so much.
His face is flushed from drinking, eyes a little wet, but he didn't smell too strongly like a bar, and while he was drunk, he obviously wasn't wasted. He almost gracefully stumbles towards Richie, immediately throwing his arms around him and squeezing tight.)
Thanks for comin'.
(When he was drunk his backwoods Maine accent slipped up a lot more. He'd always had more of an accent because of basic economics in Derry. A drawling drip around his vowels and lazy-sounding uhs. New York had tightened his speech up, but when he was drunk he didn't care quite as much to keep up with the facade.)
God this is already worth it. You're so soft. (Eddie was definitely hanging off of Richie a bit.)
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Eddie was curled on his couch waiting for Richie, and when Richie shows up he wakes up from the inside out. There was proof of his drinking on the coffee table in a half empty scotch bottle. No glass. There was some low, jazzy kind of music playing. He was in one of his own plain t-shirts, but a pair of Richie's sweats, which he had to roll the waist band over a few times so that the legs wouldn't drag so much.
His face is flushed from drinking, eyes a little wet, but he didn't smell too strongly like a bar, and while he was drunk, he obviously wasn't wasted. He almost gracefully stumbles towards Richie, immediately throwing his arms around him and squeezing tight.)
Thanks for comin'.
(When he was drunk his backwoods Maine accent slipped up a lot more. He'd always had more of an accent because of basic economics in Derry. A drawling drip around his vowels and lazy-sounding uhs. New York had tightened his speech up, but when he was drunk he didn't care quite as much to keep up with the facade.)
God this is already worth it. You're so soft. (Eddie was definitely hanging off of Richie a bit.)