[ Fresh out of Derry -- again -- although at least a few weeks removed, the last thing Richie expects is to turn down an alley and end up on a damn beach. It's not that L.A. doesn't have beaches, clearly, but it's...not L.A. Very much so. Doesn't smell the same, doesn't look the same, doesn't have that one guy he's not sure is homeless or just lives there until it's time to head home. The booth stands in the way regardless, and he tries to walk away but the guy calls to him, and after a loud put-upon huff he wanders over. Takes the offerings with a wide grin he doesn't feel and a few pithy, empty jokes, and wanders off at the earliest opening.
He looks down at his hands where the old guy shoved something at him, an envelope with a few things he barely looks at because the whole thing practically reeks of a dream. The contents will probably change every time he looks anyway, but he makes a big show of looking. Weird money, keys, and a map to somewhere. ]
What, no condoms? No booze vouchers? Not even a lei? What the hell kinda lame beach town is this?
Richie Tozier | IT | ota
He looks down at his hands where the old guy shoved something at him, an envelope with a few things he barely looks at because the whole thing practically reeks of a dream. The contents will probably change every time he looks anyway, but he makes a big show of looking. Weird money, keys, and a map to somewhere. ]
What, no condoms? No booze vouchers? Not even a lei? What the hell kinda lame beach town is this?