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kaia: Yeah, just imagine being in Raven's shoes. Anyways, here's the new chapter


You know what the cure is for easing up awkward tensions?

Alcohol.

We clinked our shot glasses together before downing them.

"So, wait, Eddie, you got married?" Richie asks. "Yeah, why's that so fucking funny, dickwad?" Eddie asks, getting agitated at Richie. "What? To, like, a woman?" Richie asks. "Fuck you, bro." Eddie says. "Fuck you!" Richie exclaims. "Enough, guys." I say, from my seat in between Mike and Ben.

"What about you, Trashmouth? You married?" Bill asks. "There's no way Richie's married." Bev says. "No, I got married." Richie says, causing my jovial mood to slightly falter. "Richie, I don't believe it." Bev says, calling his bluff. "When?" Eddie asks. "Did you not know this? You didn't know I got married?" Richie asks. "No." Eddie replies back.

"Yeah, no. Me and your mom are very, very happy right now." he says.

Of course. Leave it to Richie to do a 'your mom' joke to Eddie.

That has caused everyone to laugh and me to silently laugh. "He totally fell for it!" Bill exclaims. "Fuck you." Eddie says to Richie, angirly. "She's very sweet. Sometimes, she'll put her arm around me and she'll whisper to me, she'll go…" Richie says before continuing to speak Huttese, imitating Jabba the Hutt.

"We all get it. My mom was a great, big, fat person." Eddie says. "Hilarious. Hysterical." Eddie continues on, sarcastically.

I received another refill of a Dirty Martini as Richie speaks up again. "Wait, let's talk about the elephant not in the room. Ben." Richie says, referring to Ben's obvious weight loss. "Okay, okay. Obviously, I lost a few pounds." Ben states.

"You're like every Brazilian soccer player wrapped into one person." Richie says. "Leave him alone. You're embarrassing him." Bev says. "No matter what anyone says, I think you look great, Ben." I say with a smile.

"Is Stanley coming or what?" Ben asks, referring to the only empty seat that is in between Eddie and Richie.

Bill, Eddie, and Richie were seemingly trying to recall some memories of Stan. "No, he's a fucking pussy. He's not gonna show." Richie says, seemingly remembering Stan. "Why would Stanley save you, anyway? Was I not the one who basically performed surgery after Bowers cut you up?" Eddie asks Ben. "You guys wouldn't be able to shoplift that shit if it weren't for Bev and I." I add in.

"Please tell me that you ended up becoming a doctor, Eds?" Bev asks. "No, I ended up becoming a risk analyst." Eddie replies back to her. "Oh, that sounds really interesting. What does that entail?" Richie asks, causing me to cock up an eyebrow.

Remembering Richie, he would get bored within the first 20 seconds.

While Eddie was trying to explain what he does for a living, I can hear snoring from Richie and he was 'sleeping'. "Fuck you, dude. Fuck you." Eddie says to him. "Was this job invented before fun?" Richie asks, and I was able to admit, I had to hold back some laughter. While Richie and Eddie were bickering back and forth, Eddie noticed Ben and I holding back laughter.

"What the fuck are you two laughing at?" Eddie asks us, irritated, causing Ben and I to laugh even more.

"I propose a toast to The Losers." Bev says. I held up my Martini glass and clinked it with everyone else's drinks. We were all joking around as if it was 1989 and not long after, our food came around and not long after, the fortune cookies came around as well.

"So, what do you do now, Rae?" Ben asks me. I simply just went into my pocket to pull out my FBI badge. "Holy shit, you're with the FBI?" Eddie asks me, his eyes going wide. "Registered firearm is in my rental." I said, putting my hands up as I took back my badge.

"What about you, Ben? Are you some kind of Private Investigator after seeing your walls that were straight out of Murder She Wrote?" I ask him, causing him to slightly laugh. "No, actually, I became an architect…" he was going on, before I cut him off, remembering that I heard about his architect firm.

"Wait a second, didn't you design my house a few years back?" I asked him. "Wait that was you? You were the crazy lady in Denver that requested all of that advanced security systems?" Ben asks me, causing me to put my hands up in surrender. "Hey, when you have children, you wouldn't blame me for having those systems up." I tell him.

"You have children?" Ben asks me. "Two. Diana is going to be in her final year at Stanford and my son, Mitchell, will begin second grade this upcoming September." I tell him. "You know that big secret that I was hiding in senior year of high school? I was pregnant with Diana." I quietly tell him, now remembering why my daughter doesn't even have a father in the first place.

"I mean, it's weird, right?" Ben asks. "Now that we're all here, everything just comes back faster and faster." Ben speaks up. "I mean all of it." he adds in. "Yeah. The good and the bad." I say softly.

"Yeah, you know, when Mike called me, I threw up." Richie speaks up. "Rich, there is food here." I tell him. "Like, isn't that weird? I got nervous. I got, like, sick and I threw up." Richie later explains. "I feel fine now. I feel very relieved to be here with you guys." Richie backs up once seeing everyone's facial expressions of disgust when he said that he puked when Mike called him.

"When Mike called me, I crashed my car." Eddie says, drawing some obvious concern. "Wait, are you serious?" I ask him. "Yeah." he replies back. "Shit, man, I hear you. I mean, my heart was literally pounding right out of my chest." Ben says. "It was mixed emotions." I added in. "I thought it was only me." Bev says. "It was like pure f-f-f…" Bill was trying to get out, before Mike cuts him off with one simple word.

"Fear."

"It's fear. What you felt." Mike later on explains to Bill. "Why did we feel that, Mike? It seems like you remember something that we don't." I was asking him. "Something happens to you when you leave this town. The farther away, the hazier it all gets. But me, I never left. So, yeah. I remember. I remember all of it." Mike explains. Bev later says the one name that I never thought I would ever hear again.

"Pennywise." she says softly.

I take an inhale of breath. "Fuck! That was the clown I was having nightmares about!" I hiss out. "Oh, that fucking clown." Eddie adds in. "Mike, you said you wanted our help with something. What was that?" Bill asks, fear evident within his tone of voice.

"There's an echo here in Derry that bounces back every 27 years." Mike was trying to explain. "What are you talking about?" Eddie asks. "We thought we stopped it back then. We thought It was done…" Mike was saying as he pulls out a journal and explaining what happened to some of the Derry residents, like Adrian Mellon and Lisa Albrecht.

While Mike was going on about the murders, I was just trying to keep my mind from not being frazzled as I continue to drink my Martini. "Just let him explain." I tell everybody after that sip from the martini.

"That echo, we might have changed It, just like It changed us. But we didn't stop it. Because It just bounced back. We made an oath. That's why I brought you back. That's why you're here. To finish It. For good." Mike says.

"That shit got dark fast." Richie says as Eddie opens his fortune cookie. "My fortune cookie just says 'Could'." Eddie says to us. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion towards Eddie. "They don't know how to do fortune cookies here. Mine just says 'Guess'." Richie says. I open up my fortune cookie and it only says 'Sorry'. "It might be a riddle." I tell them. "You wanna throw that over here?" Bill asks as we gave him the fortunes so he can figure it out, all of us, apart from Bev.

While the guys were arguing about what the message might be, my eyes were locked onto Bev. "Bev." I say, softly, noticing her spacing out. "Beverly." Bill says, catching on and now noticing that there is one fortune left out of the seven of us. The guys went silent when they saw a tear go down the beautiful redhead's cheek.

She hands Bill the fortune and she rearranges the words to say,

Sorry. Guess. Stanley. Could. Not. Cut. It.

My eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear as I pieced two-and-two together. "Oh, dear God." I whisper in horror as the tears are now welling up in my eyes, thinking about the curly-haired boy.

"Why does it say Stanley? Someone else fucking answer me!" Eddie was saying, trying to deny what he is just seeing. All of the sudden, the table thuds and the fortune cookies are now shaking on their own. My heartbeat increases as a fortune cookie jumps out of the bowl.

It broke, as if it were a dinosaur from Jurassic Park trying to hatch from an egg, to reveal some ugly looking insect with a baby's head and it was crying out, causing me to jump back in my seat and whimper out in horror.

The slug creature was rushing it's way towards the table and at that point, I jumped right out of my seat and stood back from the table. More fortune cookies were jumping out of the bowl to reveal a bunch of horrifying things that would cause some people nightmares, whether it would be an eyeball with tentacles, some kind of wing, and a bird-like creature still in the fetal period with the bowl pooling with black blood

"Hey! Hey! That fortune cookie's looking at me!"

"I don't wanna be here. I just wanna go home."

I found my way towards a fishtank. "Mama." I heard. I look over and I saw a decaying baby's face. That caused me to give out a silent scream in horror as I felt a hand around my wrist and someone pulling me towards them. From the hair, I can tell that it was Richie.

"Please make it stop." I say through tears as I hid my face in Richie's shoulder.

"It's not real!" Mike was screaming as he was slamming the chair on top of the table through my blurred vision. "Is everything all right?" I hear our waitress ask. Through her perspective, we must've been patients in an asylum. Richie speaks up from what we are all thinking.

"Yeah. Could we get the check?