Richard laughed. And, he was glad to note, it was not the polite forced laugh that mostly emerged during these evenings. "Richard. Richard Hastings." He said, shaking the other's hand gladly. "Let me buy you a drink, Harrison." He added, gesturing back to the bar as his own cocktail was set down, a mixture of citric juices, lemonade, vodka and something Spanish he could only pronounce when drunk.