Richie hadn't been here for long. For him it had been maybe a month since taking down Pennywise and two days being yanked out by his ass to this weird place. Maybe it was because of that fact he was so antsy, still. Maybe it was because his best friend who died in his arms was now somehow sleeping in a room nearby. Either way, Richie's mind was racing at all times and couldn't be quieted no matter what he tried to do. So, what did one do when they needed to relax and couldn't? Well. What did they do when they had no drugs and no willing partner for bed?

Bars.

Richie pushed into one that looked like a nice, quiet dive. It was dark and full of more weird ass aliens, sure. But it was close to the hotel so if he got wasted he could stumble back no problem. He moved toward the counter where a fucking snail was moving around, he guessed. Whatever. He couldn't care about that because that would mean he needed to care about a lot of weird shit he's seen and ignored throughout the day. There wasn't enough time or liquor for all that.

Richie sat down right when the guy next to him asked for a cigarette. Yeah. Yeah, that sounded pretty good, actually.

"One for me, too, if you have? And then a glass of something strong that I can chug, eh? And something else to drink while I wait for it."

He glanced at the guy next to him and gave him a short nod. Human, at least. Good start.

"What's good here, huh? Or at least what won't kill me? I don't trust some of those bottles up there. Pretty sure I saw an animal floating in one..."