He’d been chewing the filter of an unlit cigarette, teeth bared in one of those shit-eating grins that had Steve’s fist itching, when he said, all matter-of-fact:
“You’re gonna work for it, tonight.”
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“Hey baby, I’m the welcome wagon and you look like you need a warm welcome.”
Eddie turned, taking in the man standing behind him. He was lanky, the standard white employee shorts hitting well above his knees and the white polo shirt tight on him. In addition to the all white outfit he wore a cocky grin and balanced a platter of shots in one hand. His hair was a tangle of curls that Eddie was sure only got wilder once they mixed with the ocean air.
“A warm welcome?” Eddie asked.
That seemed to be what the man wanted to hear. He pointed to a sign near the shots. ‘Warm Welcome- enjoy a tequila sunrise shot!’
“They’re our specialty.” The man added.
“Because people need to get drunk to dance to this awful music?”
He laughed, warm and full. Eddie liked it. “It’s not that bad is it?”
“I’ve heard Celine Dion three times. I know it’s a gay cruise but-” He put his hands up, a silent ‘come on, really?’.
Eddie goes on a singles cruise and meets Richie, one of the employees. They have what both agree will be a one night stand but what happens when they keep running into each other?
"In a world where we can kill a fucking clown from space, Eddie Kaspbrak doesn’t get to die from a stab wound."
The future Richie sees while he's caught in the deadlights gives him a chance to save Eddie. In the year afterward, they both try to follow Stan's advice.
- Part 1 of After Derry
eddie was a freshman at boston university of the arts, majoring in dance with a concentration in ballet. he went to sleep early, woke up earlier & took nothing for granted.
he fucking hated his dorm neighbors, loud, obnoxious idiots who got drunk all the time. they didn't even know where the library on campus was. he didn't have any idea how the three of them, especially the one with curly hair, even GOT into that school.
“piano prodigy,” the tall one explained “got magic fingers”
eddie nearly punched him
& he didn't believe him, nobody on their floor believed richie tozier could have been a prodigy of anything, especially when he slept through midterms & mixed up the dates for finals. when eddie heard the gossip he was relieved, he was overjoyed. he thought they’d kick him out & he would finally get some goddamned peace and quiet on his floor - and more time to rehearse.
until, first day of class in january when his teacher walked in with an overzealous expression “class, we have a student who will be joining us this semester for an extra credit opportunity. please welcome your new rehearsal pianist, richie tozier.”