Richie sidles up to the bar and immediately orders two drinks of whatever is good. The bartender is like a preying mantis that prayed real hard to be a real boy but was light on the details of what a 'real boy' was. He tries not to look at it too closely and instead pulls out one of the cigarettes he'd gotten much earlier, searching around for a light.

"It was pretty cool. I met this guy, Beej. I think his name was OB Juan, or something like that. He could do that whole mind magic shit that the Gremlin can do, too. Sort of seems like he might be in a cult, though. Whole temple kinda seemed cult-y. But a rich cult like Scientology, not Jonestown."