Stan | Richie
"Maybe," Richie hedged, unsure. "It's not like comedy's doing me much good here anyway. Then again, neither would be party planning." Richie wasn't really sure what he ought to be doing in this place, but since there was no money, he wasn't really all that sure it mattered anyway. It was all just stuff to pass the time and feel normal again. It was also something that Richie wasn't going to worry about right now.
"I'll think about it," he decided because -- whatever. Maybe he would. "Have another cheese dick in the mean time. And a drink." Speaking of, he topped his up while he was around the liquor and then leaned against the counter. "It is pretty good. It feels festive. And we're all together." It had been something he'd been worried about before.