A/N: Hey, Stanley's experience in this story is based on Cary Fukunaga's 2014 draft script mixed with the Paint woman who snacked on Stanley.
It was Eddie's turn. "Richie, truth or dare." He says, plotting his revenge, but he didn't have the heart to do what he had done.
Richie looks at Monica who winked at him, and Beverly who was cuddling with Bill with her back to him, watching on. "Dare." He says. Eddie licks his lips. "I dare you to... Touch Monica's chest." Richie froze in place, face growing beet red. Mike, however, was sighing while placing his head in his hands... Wondering what he got his girlfriend and himself into. He had a feeling Richie never had a chance with a girl before from how he was acting towards Monica.
Richie looked at Mike as in asking for approval without saying anything. Mike lets out a long exhale before nodding in approval. Richie reaches over before losing his balance and reached his hands out, without knowing he actually grabbed Monica's breasts to keep him from falling on his face. He squeezed lightly, and then paused after finally realizing what he had grabbed on. He slowly looks up at her face and sees she was also shocked that he did that, even on accident. He looks around and everybody was even shocked. A knock was at the door, Beverly got up, almost losing her balance from the mixture of weed and alcohol. She opens the door and finds her best friend Lilly was at the door with something that looks like a board game. Lilly is a goth who was adopted from South Korea who somehow made it onto the cheerleading squad, thanks to her gymnastic upbringing in Portland, Oregon. "Hey, Bevvie." She says shuddering from the cold despite her heavy jacket she had on, with only her fishnet seen underneath. She stepped inside, taking off her coat, and sitting next to Stanley who was uncomfortable around her, and blushing a bit. She was wearing a camoflage camisole with a water bra underneath to push up her already big boobs up towards her neck, and a shorts that were shredded and marked with sharpies. She had her hair up in a high ponytail, bleached blonde hair that complimented her ghostly white skin. "Should I take off my boots?" She raises a eyebrow at Bev while asking, pointing at her boots. "Nah, you're fine." She says slowly sitting back to where she was before. "Wait..." She sniffs around. "Alright, who around here isn't passing me a joint?" She asks, smiling.
The game continued, Beverly knew Stanley was a prude and would never really do anything sexual unless under pressure. "Stanley, truth or dare."
"T-Truth." He says, narrowing his eyes. Beverly raises a eyebrow while thinking of her question.
"Is there anybody in this room that you have a crush on?" She looks at Lilly, knowing that Stan actually likes her.
"... Yes." He says quietly. Beverly smiles. "Who is it, Stanley?"
He looks, side-eyeing Lilly as she slowly turns her head to him. Everybody gave their "Oooh!" at the reveal. It was Monica's turn. "Stanley, I dare you..." "Wait! I don't get a choice?!" He objects. "Hell no, you already answered Truth, now you get a dare." Monica scoffs, throwing back her braids behind her shoulder. Stanley awaits his doom.
"I dare you, to have '10 minutes in Heaven' with Ms. Lilly here." Nearly everybody exclaimed, Richie laughing in shock with the fact that Stanley was going to get some.
Stanley, however, looked mortified. He wasn't mentally ready for this.
Lilly got up, she had known to be an actual slut around school and she was proud of it, Beverly supported it since she was wrongfully called a slut in middle school. She did the seductive finger beckoning to him as she walked to the closet near the stairs. Stanley didn't budge. She had to go over to him and pull him up by the shirt and lead him to the closet against his will.
"H-Help..." He says, looking back at Bill with the look of helplessness, Bill is just trying to stiffle his laughter at the situation.
Stanley and Lilly disappeared behind the closet door, and then there was silence for 2 minutes... And then... BANG! Beverly shot up and ran to the closet, threw open the door.
She blushed at the scene, and quickly closed the door, completely flustered.
Lilly was sitting on top of Stanley, her placing his hands on her breasts while they made out, they had broken the pole that held up coats and hangers, and the coats broke their fall.
Stanley was red in the face, and holding still, shocked by what was happening.
After 15 minutes, and everybody were talking, and passing another joints, they got out of the closet. Lilly was braless and her lipstick was smeared. Stanley was wearing her smeared lipstick, no expression on his face. He quietly walked to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Richie frowned, knowing something is wrong. He got up, grabbed the left over bottle of vodka and walked to the bathroom.
POV: Richie
"Stan, are you okay?" I ask, knocking on the door gently. All I can hear is him sobbing, reminding me when we were in the cistern and when Stanley got seperated from us.
He tried the door handle, it was unlocked. He opened it and found Stanley sitting in between the toilet and the tub, his face hiding in his knees that he had brought up to his chest. I sigh and squat down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" A knock was placed on the door. "Yeah?" I called out.
"Can we come in?" A female voice says, the door opened a crack and it was Lilly with Beverly behind her. Lilly looked around confused while Beverly had a solemn look on her face. I back up to make room for them, Beverly sat on the toilet with the lid down while Lilly sat on the edge of the bathtub, adjusting her breasts in her tank top. Stanley lift his head up, his face all the way down to his neck was red. He was hyperventilating and streams of tears flowing down his face. "Hey, was it something I did...?" Lilly asks, I scoff and chuckle. Yeah, you had your way with him and traumatized the poor man. I thought, shaking my head gently. Beverly placed a hand on his shoulder. "N-No, and yes." He said in a light voice, muffling. Lilly frowns. "I'm sorry... There was bad memories from 5 years ago... Similar to what you did." I say, placing a hand on Lilly, she furrowed her brows. "You... Were raped at 13?" She asks. I think about it and nod. "Yeah, you can say that, in a way." I looked at Stanley, seeing him giving me the Are you for real? look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinting with his mouth slightly opened. Lilly grabs Stanley by the hand and he looks up, seeing a sad expression on her face. "Come on, let's go upstairs..." Beverly looks up too, and nods. "Yeah, let's go."
END OF RICHIE'S POV
STANLEY'S POV
I look up at Lilly, she still looked beautiful despite her make up being messed up. I wanted to take a wipe and clean it off... My OCD talking.
"Come on, let's go upstairs..." I look over at Beverly and bite my top lip, and then stand up. Richie sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Lilly's grasp slowly slid down to my hand, I felt Beverly put two hands on my back, as we walked. We went up the stairs, into Beverly's room. I sat on the bed as Lilly laid on one side of the queen size bed, and Beverly picked up her Lavender scented candle, and lit it with a purple bic with a yellow lightening bolt on it. She sat on the edge of the bed next to me, lights a cigarette and takes a drag before exhaling, she then passes it to Lilly. "Talk to us, Stan. Was it the woman from the Mikveh?" Lilly raises one eyebrow, blowing the smoke upwards.
"Woman in the Mikveh? The fuck?" Lilly says, looking at them both like they are crazy.
Beverly exhales with impatience, turns to Lilly. "Lil, there are some things I know you will never understand. But this Derry, there is a evil here. A shape shifter. It killed Bill's brother Georgie. Back in August, 1989, we fought it, and Stanley almost died from it." Lilly stares at Beverly, squinting her eyes, studying her face to see if she was telling the truth. I sigh and sit in criss-cross motion. "Look, Lilly. You don't have to believe us. I know it sounds crazy... But believe me, it was very traumatizing, and with so many deaths that happened through the years, you kind of have to believe some of it." Lilly frowns a bit. "Stanley, please tell me what happened, help me understand."
I sigh and close my eyes, collecting memories.
"I was at the Synogogue, a place for Jews. I was practicing reciting the Torrah for the Mitzvah. I had to use the bathroom, so I went to the basement... But I couldn't find the bathroom, so I went into the Mikveh, a place for Jewish women, a cleansing room for their menstration." I paused before saying Menstration, still embarrassed to mention it to two women infront of me. Beverly was looking down, smoking her cigarette. She heard it once, but it had been forever since she had heard it. Lilly was focused on every word Stanley said, her head on the pillow, looking up at him. "I was relieving myself in the pool, and a woman came up from the water. It was really strange because why would she had been waiting at the bottom just to come up, plus I never saw seen her before. She was pretty, but she was too pale to be alive. She mentioned that I was going to be a man soon, and she stood up from the water, and there was nothing but bone past her rear-end. She was touching herself down there, her face slowly changed into the clown's as she got closer, and closer..." I spaced out, lost in memories. "W-What happened next?" Lilly asks, now sitting up a bit, she seemed on edge.
"She lunged for me, and missed. But in the Cistern, I ran into her again, and her mouth was full of razor sharp teeth, her mouth stretched long enough to cover my whole face." He points to the scars of teeth mark on the sides of his face.
Lilly looks down, exhaling. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Stanley shrugs. "It's alright, you had no way of knowing anything that happened here. They hugged, she kissed him on the cheek. Beverly smirked and side hugged Stanley. A knock on the door startled them, the door opened and Bill was there. "Hey, is e-e-everything okay in here?" They stared at him before they went back downstairs.
