He nods, "Yeah, you've got a point. Divorced, it is. I really don't want to go into my being dead every time it comes up. That's weird enough."

He lets Richie drag him along. Fuck, it really is just like when they were kids. He still wasn't sure about drinking, especially considering that he had no way of knowing what sort of ingredients they used. What if he was allergic to something. What if they had something that was close enough to a cashew and he went into anaphylactic shock and died?!

"I don't know about that... hey, lets at leas find a place that understands English. I, uh, gotta make sure I know what's in whatever we're drinking."