I guess we should be thankful it's not a city that promotes necrophilia instead.

[It's a little jab, one to get back at him for the hair pull but without a single mention of his mom to pass muster. Richie settles back and extends his legs in the booth like he always did.]

Hey, my jokes are great. I'm an actual comedian, remember? Live shows and the while nine yards.

[Not that his material was always his, of course. Richie orders two doubles of spiced whisky when the waitress comes by and she's nice, friendly, and gives them a little too big of a smile when she moves away.

His eyebrows knit while he goes over the menu.]

I know that but -what were you thinking for food? Wanna split something? Looks like they've got a decent club sandwich.