[ there's no real warning or reason to expect a visit from richie after his and eddie's fight over group chat. richie's been silent in the chat for hours now, though if she bothered to ask either of them, bev would find out that eddie and bill have been receiving increasingly strange texts from him for a little while now, but nothing has been sent bev's way in that time.
no, much like his previous unannounced invasion of her room, richie tumbles through her bedroom window by accident, somehow even more of a mess and tangle of limbs than he had been when he was delirious with illness. it would take less than a glance to determine that he's drunk. even more so than he had been at eddie's birthday party, tearful and swaying faintly in front of her.
he squints up at her from his painful sprawl on the floor of beverly's bedroom and squints at her from behind his thick, smudged glasses. ]
... why d'you keep switching windows with Eds, Bev?
[ he asks her with slow, slurred speech, sounding genuinely mystified. ]
action; hours after the group chat disaster
no, much like his previous unannounced invasion of her room, richie tumbles through her bedroom window by accident, somehow even more of a mess and tangle of limbs than he had been when he was delirious with illness. it would take less than a glance to determine that he's drunk. even more so than he had been at eddie's birthday party, tearful and swaying faintly in front of her.
he squints up at her from his painful sprawl on the floor of beverly's bedroom and squints at her from behind his thick, smudged glasses. ]
... why d'you keep switching windows with Eds, Bev?
[ he asks her with slow, slurred speech, sounding genuinely mystified. ]