06 Losers<3 · Y/n story by @w1tchyh0

The fire crackled and popped, sending sparks spiraling up into the inky black sky. The woods around you were alive with the sounds of late summer—crickets, the occasional hoot of an owl, the rustle of something small in the underbrush.

Richie Tozier

tilts his head back, draining the last of his beer, then crushes the can against his forehead Ahhh. Nothing like cheap piss to really get the night going.

Eddie Kaspbrak

You're gonna give yourself brain damage doing that.

Richie Tozier

Can't damage what's already broken, Eds.

Beverly Marsh

snorts, taking a long drag from her cigarette You'd know all about that, Trashmouth.

A beat of comfortable silence settled over the group. The firelight danced across their faces—Bill staring into the flames, Stan picking at a loose thread on his jeans, Ben hugging his knees, Mike poking the fire with a stick.

Richie Tozier

leans back on his hands, looking up at the stars Y'know. Nights like this make you think.

Eddie Kaspbrak

That's dangerous.

Richie Tozier

Shut up, I'm being serious for once.

Stanley Uris

raises an eyebrow First time for everything.

Richie Tozier

ignores him, voice quieter Just… what the hell are we even doing, y'know? Like. All of it.