Shit, shit, shit. So drunk - or at least, getting to that point where Richie could smell the alcohol on his own breath, and it singed his nostrils. Like that 'everything just got thrown onto a carousel' feeling, and it was slowly gaining momentum.
He gazed wearily toward - nowhere, really, just kind of in the distance, wondering if he should have grabbed water to stay hydrated with and...yeah, of course he should have done that. Had he? Nope.
"You are pretty old, huh?" he snorted a laugh, the rum sloshing down the front of his shirt when he took another swig from the bottle. Oops. "I - yeah, I never really thought of it like that. That society's bullshit, not me."