A/N: This takes place probably the next day after the chapter Beverly. It's Richie's discussion he has with Bill about how he feels about Beverly being brought into the group.
"So…we gonna talk about why you let Molly Ringwald into the group?" Richie asked as he and Bill were riding their bikes to the arcade in the Capitol Cinema.
"You mean Bev?"
"No, I mean the actual fucking Molly Ringwald!" Richie replied, thick with sarcasm.
"W-w-well, Bev has it rough. Just like we do. I wanted t-t-to make her feel included, since n-n-no one else in the school seems to be."
"But she's a girl, Bill! Now, don't get me wrong; I like pussy just as much as the next guy, but not in our group of friends. She's gonna mess up the vibe of the whole gang."
"N-n-no she won't. Bev's different; trust me. Sh-she's basically one of the guys. You'll warm up to her, Rich."
"But you've heard the rumors about her, Bill."
"Y-y-you don't actually believe them, do you?"
"I don't know, but whether they're true or not, imagine what she'll do to our reputation when people see us with her!"
"What reputation, Richie? Everyone knows us as losers anyways; can't get much worse than that."
"Okay, good point." Richie thought in silence for about as long as it was possible for him to be silent—about a second or two. "I'll give her a week."
"E-E-Eddie and Stan have no problem with it; I don't kn-know why you do."
"Because Eddie and Stan are just thinking with their dicks."
"How ironic that y-you, of all people, are saying that."
"Well, I know when to not let it interfere with my social life."
"Since when have you been about r-r-restraint of any kind? Be honest with me, Richie, what is it? A-are you just worried that I'm gonna start i-ignoring you guys in favor of her?" The two boys arrived in front of the Capitol Cinema, and they parked their bikes out front.
"No! Come on, Bill, that'd be stupid!"
"Well, if that is what it's all about, just know that she's an equal member of our group. She's just like any other loser in our circle of friends. She's not gonna get any more attention than you, or Eddie, or Stan." Bill didn't stutter once. That's how you know there's not an ounce of doubt in what he's said.
Shit, I guess he's serious about this.
"Alright, alright. Like I said, I'll give her a week to make a good impression on me. Now can we go play some fucking Street Fighter already?"
"Yeah, th-that sounds good."