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The Morning After | richie tozier

"This is worse than I thought. Richie are you done in there?" You called. There were loud footsteps before Richie's mop of curly black hair was seen.

"Yep. Carlos, Daniel, Skeezer, Johnny, Pids, and Mark are all on their way with their friends. I'd say about 40 will be in here in the next half hour? And once they get here, they'll call some people and then they'll call some people. My estimate is we'll get to about 130 tonight, if not more."

"B.Y.O.A.?" You asked. He nodded.

"Great, I'll just give Pops-"

"Excuse me, but what does B.Y.O.A. mean?" Bryan asked. You closed your eyes.

"Bring your own alcohol. Luckily for them though, if they don't, I have a source, Pops, who can get us some for great prices." You said, making your way to the phone in the kitchen. Bryan's eyes widened.

"Alcohol? Isn't that... Illegal?" He whispered. You laughed.

"Oh my sweet Bryan, you have so much to learn. Oh, hello? Crocs." You said, hearing the line pick up. The line was dead before a laugh met your ears.

"Crocs man. God, I'm so glad that's the new safe word." He said, finding it really funny. You rolled your eyes.

"Pops, I called for whiskey, not to giggle about sandals." You said. He sighed.

"Yeah yeah. How can I help you (Y/n)?" He asked. You couldn't help but close your eyes. It's gotta be sad when the alcohol smuggler knows you just by the sound of your voice.

"Three party packs, plus an extra bottle of whiskey and Hennesy." You said.

"Wow, three party packs? Sound like you guys are gonna be having fun tonight. Your total is 17 bucks." He said. You chewed on your lip.

"Throw in another bottle of whiskey and pack of cigarettes to make it a solid 20." You said.

"Alright. I'll be there in about... 15 minutes? Yeah, 15 minutes." He replied.

"Okay, thanks." You said, hanging the phone up. You smiled and turned to the boys in the kitchen.

"Pops is on his way with three party packs, two bottles of whiskey, a bottle of Hennessy, and a pack of cigarettes," You said making your way to the living room.

"What's a party pack?" Bryan asked, following you and Richie. You sighed. God, this kid really doesn't know shit, does he?

"A party pack is a special pack of alcohol Pops makes. It includes three packs of beer, four bottles of coke, a bottle of whiskey, and a bottle of gin. So, we'll have 54 cans of beer, 12 bottles of coke, five bottles of whiskey, three bottles of gin, and a bottle of Hennessy. Plus whatever everyone else brings." You said. Bryan looked frightened.

"That's... That's a lot of illegal substances." He said nervously.

"You can't really have a party without them. These your friends?" You asked, looking at the other four boys on the couch. They looked over their shoulders before quickly staring back at their feet.

"Y-Yeah, these are my friends Michael, Da-"

"Doesn't matter. You're all the same person when I'm drunk. Now come on, we've got less than half an hour to turn this place into party central."

>> timeskip <<

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but it was enough time for you to get drunk. Shots after shots you had downed, positively scrambling your thoughts. The loud music pounded against your skull but you didn't care. Your body was excreting endorphins as you danced around the floor, laughing when you bumped into your best friend.