"No, probably not." Richie laughed a little. He didn't exactly have the most experience with cops, most of the time, but he'd been dumb enough to get in trouble through the doors now and then.
Richie's eyebrows knit together a little bit. It was obvious this kid was trying to say something more than just what he was saying but he couldn't figure out just what for a moment. But then Richie took in more of the full picture in front of him, viewed it all through the lens of a new arrival, not his own view of the world having grown up here on the station. Shit. He didn't live through it, not the way he would have if he'd stayed in the real world, but he knew enough.
"Sit." he motioned toward one of the tables and poured the coffee. "Sugar, milk?Bourbon maybe?" he offered, putting both mugs on the table and then moving behind the counter to dig around a bit. He found a clean dishtowel and dampened it in a sink, then opened a few cabinets, poking around until he found a small-ish plastic bag. He set everything out on the table too and then sat himself down opposite where the kid was sitting.
"Gonna sound weird but humor me, what's the date?"