PROMPT: reddie stanpat double date,, but have it be set in the 70s... just cause
Isa I said I like PUNK not FUNK. Jk both are dope, this was fun. :3
Considering the rough start - Richie and Stan arguing over who would drive, which couple sat in front, where they would go first, who they would pick up first - Stan thought this date was going pretty well.
All the lights in the club were flashing in technicolor, bright and sometimes blinding. Stan saw in reds, blues, pinks, and purples. Patty, his girlfriend of two months now, danced freely. Bee Gees boomed from the speakers overhead.
“I thought you hated disco,” Patty shouted over the noise, laughing as she held onto Stan. If she didn’t use him for balance, she might’ve toppled over. Stan shrugged, twirling her around the dance floor.
“I do, but I also love you, and you adore this place,” he replied. Patty giggled, and even under the harsh lighting, Stan could detect a blush. It feathered across her cheeks like watercolor. Smiling, he leaned in to kiss across her face. Good grief, did he love this woman.
Across the floor, Richie was grabbing drinks. His first date was going... Well, truth be told, he didn’t know. Eddie looked stunning. Breathtaking. Completely out of his league. He came out wearing a light blue suit, and a gaudy mood ring on his finger. Richie hadn’t noticed it until much later in the date.
Eddie laughed at all his jokes, playfully pushing him away whenever they got too risque. They fed each other fries, and Eddie... laughed then too, at all the successful times Richie tossed a fry into the air and caught it between his teeth. Richie took this as a great sign.
Until he noticed the mood ring was black, and stayed black the entire way to the club. Beverly’s mood ring was black, but only because she was always mad when she wore it. So... was Eddie laughing at him?
“Hey, Eddie,” Richie started, scratching the back of his head. Eddie took his drink, sipping slowly as he stared and waited. “Are you having fun?” Confused by the insecurity, Eddie’s head tilted.
“Well- I- Yeah, of course. What makes you think-” He paused, mid-sentence as Richie motioned to the ring. Eddie’s brow rose and he abruptly began laughing. “My mood ring? It’s been broken since I got it; I just think it’s neat.” Richie’s face burned, and he was grateful for the hot, tacky lights disguising it. Eddie took their drinks and set them on the table, pulling Richie by his hands. “Come on, I wanna dance some more. If I don’t get it out of my system now, we’ll have to come back on our next date.”
Richie nearly stumbled. He liked the sound of “next date.”
