[ Richie laughs, even though it sounds a bit like a girlish giggle, because heh heh heh, hangover, and he had a beer once and it tasted like crap but it had been neat to share it with the rest of the Loser's club in secret, but he'd never gotten drunk.

Apparently, judging from how gross and visceral the reaction is tight now, he's not going to. But this weird city won't stop people from feeling the affects, so he winds up tsking at the other and grinning bright. As Noctis takes in the room, he shifts on his feet, shrugging. ]

Nyope. Sometimes me and Eds crash here when things are going totally fucking nuts, but mostly I just eat his food and make fun of him for being British.

You know him, right?