#randy.thread

Randy pushed the register drawer shut, having counted it for the final time that night. The last few hours went by quicker than he anticipated, but that was thanks to the rush of customers the month of October always seemed to bring. That was the first time since their shifts started that he was alone in the store with Stu. Once he finished at the register, he wandered around the various aisles until he found where the taller male was.

“ ‘ey.” His foot moved to gently tap Stu as he greeted him. “You’re not doing anything after this, right? My parents are out of town for the night., and I still know how to get into the liquor cabinet.” He was hoping the offering of alcohol would distract him enough to say yes without asking too many questions especially why…

Randy’s relationship with Billy was one he could never exactly pinpoint. At first he hated the guy for taking the one girl he had interested in off the market, and though he finally accepted Sidney and him just weren’t meant to be — reversing his hatred was still a work in progress. But he knew it was something that needed to be done. He was a fixture in his main group of friends, and one he didn’t expect anyone else (except for maybe Tatum) would have wanted to leave. Whether he liked it or not, Billy Loomis was going to be at least somewhat in his life for a while. And so he wanted to get used to him.

The opportunity presented itself Friday afternoon. His original plans for the night were to get obliterated to a horror movie marathon on TV with Stu. BUT, Tatum invited him over last minute. And though he wanted to be mad, he knew he would have done similar given the chance. Then Stu suggested he invite Billy over, and then he almost did get mad. But after some light convincing from his best friend, he eventually came around. The exchange was a bit awkward, most of his interactions in the past being a snarky comment or a roll of his eyes. But he did it. He actually invited him over. And, much to his surprise, he actually said yes.

Once he returned him, he started to set the finished basement up as he normally did. That morning his parents left to go on a weekend-long trip to his grandma’s so he wasted no time unlocking the liquor cabinet. Before he brought it down, he made himself a quick drink - - if he wanted this night to go remotely well, he was going to need to be some level of intoxicated beforehand. Once he chugged it down, he brought every bottle he could grab down and set them up on top of the mini refrigerator. The marathon started in five minutes, and just as he contemplated making a second drink, there was a knock at the door. It took him a bit off guard, but it was seconds before he remembered who it was at the door.

A bit mellowed out from his first drink, he made his way back upstairs and towards the front door so he could let Billy in. He smiled the best smile he could muster and swung the door open. “Hey, man.” He greeted, quickly stepping out of the way to allow him entry. “Drink’s are downstairs, and the movie’s about to start.”

Randy flinched at sudden jump scare that appeared on his television. It was a movie he had seen dozens of times, possibly even hundred. However, the news of his classmate (and friend's ex-girl) being slaughtered the night before definitely made the viewing experience different. It didn't help that his parents were away on business. He wouldn't openly admit he was scared of the possibility of a maniac lurking the streets of Woodsboro, but he was really glad when Deimos accepted his offer to stay over for the week.

He waited in the living room, his collection of horror movies sprawled across the floor in front of the tv. He reclined against the couch as the jitters from the scare subsided. Deimos was supposed to have been there over twenty minutes, and while he usually would have just shrugged it off with a slight annoyance his paranoia slowly started to get the best of him. The cops assured everyone it was an isolated situation, but he saw more than enough movies to know better. He only hoped he was just overthinking.

The sound of the doorbell made him jump out of his seat. Once the noise actually registered, a feeling of relief washed over him. Nearly slipping on the wood floor as he jogged towards the front door. He opened it wide, eyeing the male on the other side while he caught his breathe. "Took you long enough. Popcorn's in the living room." He greeted with a grin, stepping enough out of the way for the other to get inside.