—actually, many old habits died hard. With the clinking of his beer bottles, Ric finally remembered that Drake didn't drink. It was a realisation that trickled in too late, just as it always did—he had an awful tendency to forget this fact, constantly offering to buy Drake rounds, and he winced slightly. "Good thing you're all here to help break into these. I must've been psychic, known other people were coming." He tossed one bottle to Ari, a gentle underhand throw that wouldn't disturb the liquid too much.
"And I brought pizza, if anyone else is as starving as I am. Didn't have dinner plans tonight."