Richie | Stan
Since his rather rude awakening, Stan felt like his days were somewhere between begging to slow down and making some kind of exercise in compromise. It wasn't the quiet and sort of orderly way he liked to live his life, and it wasn't quite as over the top and grenade filled as he'd worried it might be, but it was something in between. And for now it was okay, in the long run? Well Stan wasn't quite so sure of that.
But for tonight he and Octane both agreed that drinks were necessary, and he found Richie with a drink and his own tall and too good looking shadow not far behind him.
"Looks like you managed to get out on good behavior tonight," He said with a chuckle after he'd gotten a drink for himself and a promise out of Octane not to go running across the bar and yank him out of his seat while he talked with Richie for a little bit.
"Or was it his good behavior that got you out?" He asked.