richie catchall

[florescences]

i only know about it through osmosis..... how much clown trauma

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[gutterbound]

[The boy jumps — where'd this extra hand come from?!

But when he spins around the alarm tapers off to a sort of dumbfounded wonder. It is a very pretty woman. A very pretty woman with very bright pink hair, who has somehow called him by name.]

...Huh? [He shakes his head. Get it together, kid.] What? How'd you know my name?

[florescences]

Oh? I got it right. You just look like one. Isn't it nice when a name suits?

[ she says all that without hesitation. ]

Can I get you something else to drink?

[gutterbound]

Yeah, but that's kind of weird just the same. I could be a Pete or a John or Jerry and nobody would think twice about it.

[Jerry wouldn't be so bad. Like Jerry Lee Lewis and all his wailing, piano crashing tunes.

He looks up to her, and then to the bottle she's tidily confiscated. What a drag.]

Do you know how to make an old fashioned? My dad likes those.

[florescences]

Wouldn't it feel weird to you? Your parents gave you that name, didn't they?

[ she shakes her head with a smile. ]

Not so fast. You have to wait a few years to share that with your dad.