(Based on the adorable prompt someone gave me!)
~ Richie threw his head back and let out a large sigh. “I’m a little tipsy.” he confessed, mostly to the sky. Coming to block his view of the sky was a glaring blue sign.
“No shit, Rich.” Beverly giggled and hiked up her dress to hop up the curb. She clutched her heels in her right hand. “That’ll happen when you spike the punch bowl.” she bumped his shoulder and caused him to stumble right onto Eddie. The seven of them were in the midst of living their prom night to the fullest. They’d gone bowling right after, which proved to be a bad idea. Richie had charmingly picked up the blue and black bowling balls and proclaimed ‘Hey look my balls are black and blue!’ Eddie had slapped him. She glanced down at her watch, 2 am. It was Mike’s idea to come to IHop.
“You only got a few drops in before Mr. Fletcher started to come over and you watered it back down with more punch.” Stan chuckled at the memory and held the glass door open for everyone. He smiled at them as they passed him to get inside. Beverly was hiking her dress up to avoid tripping over her bare feet. Ben followed after her with a tilted bow tie and a hand jetted out to take her shoes from her. Bill and Mike were exchanging the cheap bunch of photos they all took at the prom. And Richie was leaning down with his chin on Eddie’s shoulder whispering something with a smirk. Stan did not want to know what he was saying, he cringed as he followed after him.
“I’m gonna get those pancakes with the funny face on them.” Richie whispered in Eddies ear who shook his head and pushed him away.
“What are you five?” Eddie asked with a small grin as Richie bumped his shoulder.
Mike swore he saw the hostess cringe as their large group entered. He gave her a polite smile and bit his lip. “Table for seven?” He asked, embarrassed. She shook her head and gathered menus and gestured for them to follow her with a swish of her ponytail. The restaurant was for the most part, empty. The orange tint of the lights flickered over a few customers who followed the Losers with distaste. The hostess set the menus down at one of those large curved booths. Beverly slid into the booth, dress rubbing against the shiny seat and Ben came after her. Richie and Bill were on the end seats. Bill with Stan to his right and Richie huddled up to Eddie on his left.
“So how was everyone’s prom?” Beverly asked with a wide grin and tapped her fingers on her chin. She pulled her feet onto the bench, siting with crossed legs and let her dress cover her lap.
“-Yeah! You tripping over Beverly’s dress was definitely the best part!”Stan pointed his napkin covered silverware at Richie. “Richie Tozier face-planting will always be my favorite part of anything we do.”
Richie reached his leg out from under the booth and started kicking at Stan’s leg and the two were swept into a full out battle. They were only stopped when their waitress came over with a large platter and a glare in her eyes. Everyone’s mouths fell open and watered. Beverly finished her sip on her coffee and grasped her plate with wide eyes. “Thank you.” she licked her lips.
Richie’s plate was set down in front of him and he wasted no time to start digging into the funny face made out of whip cream. Eddie looked at the pile of disastrous sweets from his own more bland regular pancakes with a disgusted face. Richie gave him a wide smile. “I’m surprised your appetite hasn’t killed you yet.” Eddie cringed as Richie stabbed his fork into it.
“This’d be an ok way to die by me.” Richie slid the fork into his mouth and hummed. “Y’know it’s ok to eat like this every once in a while, Eds.” He glanced down at Eddies boring plate. He cut a large chunk of his food and waved the fork in front of him. Hesitantly, Eddie opened his mouth and Richie fed it to him.
“Get a room!” Mike teased from next to Eddie and scooted closer to Beverly.
“Would if I could get rid of all you guys, the collective third wheel.” Richie chuckled and felt Eddie kick him from under the table. The group was swept into a large burst of laughter when the kick thumped Richie right off his end seat, making him fall on his ass. Mike swallowed the last bit of his food and cleared his throat while Richie sat back down, throwing chunks of food at Stan and starting a small food war, arm over Eddie to protect him from the line of fire.
Mike raised his glass of water, the sweat dripping into his hand as the food war settled. “I propose a toast.” He smiled and felt Richie toss over his toast, winging his shoulder. He smirked at Richie and tossed it back. “Anyway, I want to toast to our prom and our last days of high school.”
“To the Losers Club!” Ben shouted and clinked his orange juice glass to Mikes and soon there was a heard of mismatched cups and glasses raised and clinking together. Bill smiled as he watched all of his friends.
“I l-l-love you guys.” He clinked his mug to Stan’s. And there was a collective “We love you too, Bill!” that made him laugh.
When Bevs head fell onto Ben’s shoulder and everyone’s plates had been cleared, they decided it was time to move on.
They decided the best place to go to say goodbye to the night was the park. It was mostly still dark as they stood in the grass. “Oh!” Richie suddenly remembered something and went back to Eddies car. When he came back, he had his small transistor radio and a wide grin.
“You keep that in my car?” Eddie asked with a furrowed brow and Richie pulled out the antenna and tapped it gently on Eddie’s nose.
“I keep it in your glove box.” He smiled and started playing with the dials until he found what sounded like a slow song channel. And as the last song finished, a killer saxophone kicked in. “oh!” Richie lit up and started pretending to play the saxophone.
“You know someones cool when they play the air saxophone.” Ben shook his head and everyone kicked into laughter while Richie gave him the finger with a smile.
Richie held his hand out for his smaller date, who gave him an unimpressed look. But took his hand away. Being that same-sex couples were not permitted at their prom, the two of them were only able to dance when no one was watching. They had been able to get through a whole slow song with the rest of the Losers Club dancing around them.
"I’m never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm, Though it’s easy to pretend I know you’re not a fool.“
So The Losers club danced in the middle of the park at 4 am.