A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

047 / Intoxicated

"R-Richie. Where are you guys going?" "I-I don't know yet.

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—Saturday 7:30 pm

"Are you reading?" Richie walking into the house, his speech clearly slurred. "Richie? Are you drunk?" "Yup." Bill smiles, also intoxicated.

"You know it's illegal for minors to be drinking." Eddie pulls Richie towards his room as I pull Bill towards mine.

"You can't stop m-me..." "Yes I can. Lay down." "N-No....Max is coming." "Who's that?"

"M-My best friend...I'm gonna ask h-him-" "Shut up...here Eddie.
You take care of him." I let go of his hand, clearly annoyed now.

"Stan?" Bill groans. "Hiya Staniel." "Lay down Richie." "Who's got your nerves twisted?" "Bill. I don't want it to be you too. Lay down please."

"Can....Can we cuddle?" "Sure whatever." "Are you jealous?" He pulls me close. His jeans and t-shirt off.

"Of?" "Bill....Bill and Max." I slide his glasses off, setting them on the table.

"No...why should I be?" "Don't know. He told me you two kissed. Said it didn't mean anything...like always." His voice quietens as he falls asleep.

A giggle startles me. Slipping from Richie's grasp I get up, carefully avoiding the creaky floorboards.

"You're gonna wake them." Eddie giggles pushing Bill away. "Come on Eddie. Just one? R-Richie won't see it."

"If my shirt is off he will." "You two aren't d-dating. Why should it matter?" "Because I don't wanna make him jealous."

"What if I do." He kisses him gently, traveling to his neck while his hands roam up and down his shirt. "Oh shit..." Eddie closes the door quickly.

"L-Let him see. I don't care." Bill chuckles as I walk away. "Stan? Where'd you go?" He sits up looking for me. Finally getting his glasses on he can clearly tell how mad I am by the expression on my face.

"Nothing Richie. I'm leaving." "Why? Can I come?" "Sure I don't care really." Grabbing my back pack and stuff I need I walk past Eddie.

"Hey...I'm sorry." "You need to fuck off. Stop messing with him. He's mine. Got it? Got it?" He flinches. I walk away, Richie follows closing the door gently.

"Where are we going?" "What the fuck S-Stan? Where are you going?" Bill grabs my arm. "Fuck off." Richie sits silently, not wanting to intervene. "R-Richie. Where are you guys going?" "I-I don't know yet. He mumbles.