[ Too much talking, too loud. Eddie looses another groan. ]
Ugh, beep beep, Rich.
[ For a long moment, he sits, head in his hands. Then, he’s up and at ‘em without another word, slow going but still, y’know, going. Splashing cool water on his face helps, as does popping several aspirin. Of course, what he really needs is food — pottering about in the kitchen, opening cupboards and peering into the freezer.
He finds: Hard liquor, beers, ramen, stale Oreos, and out of date milk in the fridge. ]
Oh, for fuck’s sake. How the hell — who lives like —
[ For the first time, he misses his home with Myra, kitted out as it is with healthy snackbars and gluten free cereal. He stomps back into the living room, enlivened by his frustration though still unchanged from his rumpled shirt and shorts. When clearing his throat fails to win Richie’s attention, he picks up a stray pillow and chucks it at his head. ]
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Ugh, beep beep, Rich.
[ For a long moment, he sits, head in his hands. Then, he’s up and at ‘em without another word, slow going but still, y’know, going. Splashing cool water on his face helps, as does popping several aspirin. Of course, what he really needs is food — pottering about in the kitchen, opening cupboards and peering into the freezer.
He finds: Hard liquor, beers, ramen, stale Oreos, and out of date milk in the fridge. ]
Oh, for fuck’s sake. How the hell — who lives like —
[ For the first time, he misses his home with Myra, kitted out as it is with healthy snackbars and gluten free cereal. He stomps back into the living room, enlivened by his frustration though still unchanged from his rumpled shirt and shorts. When clearing his throat fails to win Richie’s attention, he picks up a stray pillow and chucks it at his head. ]
Richard, where are your keys?