Yeah, he'd probably never stop thinking about it, but at least he allowed himself to be sidetracked, to pick up the tumbler of whiskey and take a quick swallow. It went down a lot more smoothly than it should have, particularly for a guy who'd been invisible choked not all that long ago. So it was fairly expensive stuff.
Which made it a hell of a lot harder to get a good picture of what this place was about. Murderous maniacs, boy scout slash models, expensive booze.
And apparently the Town Mayor was in a very manful relationship with the hottest man on the planet, and that was just how it was. Richie wasn't sure what to say to that because he was already on awkward footing so he just nodded. "Nice. Sounds nice." It did. It sounded great. Unfathomable, also, maybe. But that wasn't Steve's fault. "The -- all of it. Thanks. Am I putting you out?" He wasn't self sacrificing enough to offer to leave, but he'd ask in a way where it could be suggested if necessary. There probably weren't more hopeful murderers out there, anyway.