[ Richie had been out of Derry for years by this point. Twenty-one and he could barely remember his childhood there. Not that he had a lot of time to dwell on it. He had declined going to college and instead was working his way through... well, life. He wanted to do stand-up and tried at open mic nights in the city (if he could "make it" in New York, that meant he'd have no problems in L.A., right?) but he had to pay the bills while working his way up whatever ladder there was in the profession.
Most of the advice he got was to just keep trying. He was going to get unresponsive crowds, he was going to get hecklers, and he needed to just keep trying if he really wanted to be successful at it. And work better with his impressions because they all sounded the same.
So he was taking the advice to heart and doing what he had to do. This wasn't the first server job he had but he also had to grit his teeth through a lot of rude ass college kids coming in and acting like they were better than him. Like he was some grunt. He needed the paycheck, though, so he came in even when it wasn't his shift and put on his black apron, pad and pencil in the front pockets.
He walks out from the back, already clocked in and knowing the routine by this point. The music in the speakers is at least playing one of his favorite songs so that helps his mood. He can manage a polite enough smile and greet to the first table, ]
Hey, there. Are you ready to order? Or would you like to see our dinner menu?
[ It wasn't dark outside yet but it would be soon enough.
He had no idea he was looking down at his childhood best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak. There was a faint sense of deja vu but nothing strong enough to trigger that he actually knew this other person. ]
that time fate had other plans
Most of the advice he got was to just keep trying. He was going to get unresponsive crowds, he was going to get hecklers, and he needed to just keep trying if he really wanted to be successful at it. And work better with his impressions because they all sounded the same.
So he was taking the advice to heart and doing what he had to do. This wasn't the first server job he had but he also had to grit his teeth through a lot of rude ass college kids coming in and acting like they were better than him. Like he was some grunt. He needed the paycheck, though, so he came in even when it wasn't his shift and put on his black apron, pad and pencil in the front pockets.
He walks out from the back, already clocked in and knowing the routine by this point. The music in the speakers is at least playing one of his favorite songs so that helps his mood. He can manage a polite enough smile and greet to the first table, ]
Hey, there. Are you ready to order? Or would you like to see our dinner menu?
[ It wasn't dark outside yet but it would be soon enough.
He had no idea he was looking down at his childhood best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak. There was a faint sense of deja vu but nothing strong enough to trigger that he actually knew this other person. ]