"U2? Are you Irish?" Danny wondered, because he wasn't great with accents, but he didn't think Ritchie sounded Irish. But you never knew (unless you had the Shine and were sober, which he wasn't at that point in time), did you? He could have moved around a lot as a kid.
He reached out to shake the older man's hand, and just before he made contact, he saw one single fly crawl across Ritchie's forehead and down towards his ear. He didn't want to see it, so he drank some more of his cocktail, in the hopes that this time would be the time when alcohol got rid of the flies. "It's great to meet you too!" he replied, and started working out how he could get a bottle of whiskey when the fly didn't vanish.
"Do you smoke?" he asked, and dug his cigarettes and lighter out of his back pocket, offering one to Ritchie first.