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Jarred Blancard, Drum Garrett, and Gabe Khouth in Stephen King’s IT (1990)

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"Your daddy get mad about the beers?"

          He shrugged and looked off, smearing a hand underneath his nose - sniffing indifferently. “Yeah, I guess—whatever.” The words were low, mostly grunted, and he kept on rubbing at his face - his fingers vaguely twitchy. “Doesn’t matter now.”

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it (2017)

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He slung one of his legs over Henry's lap.

          He didn’t budge a whole lot right away, just kind of shifted, muscles stiffening - casting a black look in Patrick’s direction, eyes narrowing. Then he sat up straighter, brow creasing some more - giving Patrick’s leg a decent shove with the flat of his palm. Not enough to fully dislodge him, but enough to get the message across. “—move.” His voice was a low, flat grumble, and he sniffed disagreeably, rubbing a knuckle against his nose. 

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im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. that doesnt make me stupid. ill fucking kill you

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"Wake up, Henry. Your daddy's home."

          He shifted, emitting a muffled groan - his face pressed against the couch’s scratchy upholstery. 

          “—what—?” Squinting hard, he turned over, mouth drawing back disagreeably - flopping a hand down onto his forehead, pinching the knit of his brow. 

          “What—?” He repeated, slightly more intelligibly than before, and he lurched forward into an upright position, scowling now - swiping his hair back away from his eyes. “Son of a bitch—are you fuckin’ serious—?”

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He pulled his shirt up halfway over his head and then just stood there like that.

          He squinted, expression screwing up - setting his beer down roughly and rubbing two knuckles against his nose, brow furrowing. “—the fuck are you doin’?” 

          He made a vague, loose gesture - his hand flopping back onto the couch afterwards, frowning some more. “—hey, I said what’re you fuckin’ doin’? You wanna knock it off?”

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“Sure, Henry——it’s a fuckin’ date.” He picked at one of his front teeth and stared off again, looking especially moonfaced and still smiling a weird, vague smile.

          His mouth tightened, and he got real close to saying something, the furrow of his brow twitching - but, in the end, he just scoffed under his breath and looked away, shifting disagreeably. He didn’t wanna get into it - not if he didn’t have to. He was already feeling prickly enough. But, if Patrick made any more fuckin’ comments, he’d make sure he saw some fuckin’ stars. 

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He blinked a couple of times, narrowing his eyes down to slits and looking Henry all over. Then he went right back to smiling that same dim, complacent smile——but he’d got a lot quieter.

“Sure, Henry——I only like doin’ what y’tell me to anyways.”

         He didn’t like the feeling that he’d drawn attention to himself - really hated it, actually. “Yeah, no shit. So fuckin’ act like it.” He sniffed and looked off again, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, jaw shifting. “---anyway, we’ll do it after school on Monday. Unless he’s gotten himself fuckin’ arrested by then or somethin’.”

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“I’d like t’fix ‘em both.” He shrugged again, stuffing his hands down deeper into his pockets and smiling that same dim, complacent smile.

“Y’know——I bet y’could probably torch that bike if y’decided y’didn’t feel like stealin’ it. Bet y’could probably get it t’explode.”

          “You wanna fuckin’ lay off it? I’ll tell you when I decide what I’m gonna fuckin’ do with it.” He rubbed a hand over his face, vaguely annoyed, tugging a bit of dead skin off his bottom lip. “And don’t get any fuckin’ ideas about settin’ that thing on fire unless I say so. I told you---my dad’ll be real fuckin’ pissed if he hears about any of this shit.”

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“His girlfriend’s got some real big ones too.” He smiled slowly. “Y’shoulda heard the fuckin’ mouth on her, Henry——swear t’God.” He cleared his throat, and when he started back up again he’d put on a voice that was really high and girlish.

“‘This’s been real peachy, have a great fuckin’ day’. Talk about a chick with some fuckin’ balls, Henry——golly gee.”

          He shot a glance in Patrick’s direction, and then he looked off again---rolling his eyes, his expression dull and vaguely annoyed. “If she’s got half a fuckin’ brain, she’ll stay outta our fuckin’ way. Unless she wants t’get strung up next to her pansy ass boyfriend.” 

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He kept right on smiling that same vacant, complacent smile, still staring at nothing——then he shrugged finally and looked back at Henry. “——yeah.” He licked his lips and made an off kind of giggling, snorting sound, stuffing his hands down in his pockets and rocking back on the heels of his boots.

 “He probably won’t have the balls t’say shit about it after y’break his fuckin’ nose anyways.” 

          “He’ll be real God damn lucky if that’s all I fuckin’ break.” His voice was still low, muddled, and he sniffed again, eyes shifting downwards. Brow faintly risen, but in a flat, ill-humored sort of way. Like it wasn’t a matter of gratification, but just a simple fact of what they were gonna do. Because it was. “Guess we’ll see how fast he drops those big fuckin’ ideas of his.”

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“Y’could get somebody else t’keep it for ya. Like Vic——he’s got lots of room.” He smiled, looking off at nothing in particular and chewing at his bottom lip like he was thinking, but not real hard.

“Y’could paint it different too——put some new plates on it or somethin’. Nobody’d know y’did, probably.” 

          He looked back over, still frowning - but listening, and taking more notice of the idea than he would’ve let on. “Yeah, well---maybe I’ll think about it.” His voice had dropped to an indistinct mutter. He shrugged his shoulders again, blinking a couple of times, his expression staying rough and reasonably difficult to read. “---not like anybody’s gonna give a fuck about what happens to some fag new kid’s bike anyways. So long as he can’t fuckin’ prove it.”

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“Yeah——that’s what I told her.” He kept on smiling. Then he licked his lips and just shrugged like before. 

“Y’ever think about stealin’ it? Bet y’can hotwire one of them bikes same as y’can a car.”

          “Yeah, I dunno---maybe.” He shrugged roughly and glanced off, the line of his jaw shifting - looking to be turning over the idea. “Might just leave it in a fuckin’ ditch somewhere after we’re done with it.” He sniffed dismissively, squinting, smearing two knuckles beneath his nose. “---my dad’ll be fuckin’ pissed if he finds us hangin’ onto it.”

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He blinked a couple of times——then he smiled a real slow, real complacent sort of smile and slid closer to Henry.

“Y’still wanna trash it, right?”

          He looked over, frowning. “Of course I wanna trash it. We’re gonna fuckin’ trash it.”

          “That fuckin’ creep doesn’t know when t’keep his God damn mouth shut. Might pick up on a thing or two once we’re done.”