Stan | Richie
Even if Richie wasn't aware of it, Stan had a really good point about not being left alone for any lengthy period of time -- alone time meant anxiety time and no one liked that, not even a little. Booze was good but he wouldn't lie when he said he'd have preferred it if it was spiked with some kind of legit chill pill. This town could have used a little pot farm somewhere on it, maybe.
Richie was re-upping his drink (because he had plans later that involved throwing up, that was just a thing) and was feeling a little flustered by Bill's helpful advice and -- "Hi, Stan," he said and it was somewhere between actually pleased and a little sarcastic because Stan just started right in on questions and he didn't know what to do with all that.
"That's Bill Weasley. He was dancing, I was just sort of hoping the ground wouldn't swallow me while it was happening. And uh--" He looked around a little awkwardly through the crowd. "It was that guy, I think?" He pointed to a blond dude who was shoving a cupcake in his mouth. "He owns the coffee shop." And while it was kind of a terrible time for a party, it was also weirdly a good time. "It's Halloween," he pointed out. "And this place loves a party more than LA." Which he kind of got it was -- a really easy way to make things feel normal, maybe. And after this week, Richie really kind of wanted a piece of that uneventful pie, himself.