Richie laughed in response and accepted the shake. He was about to say something more about the whole venti situation when he too noticed the bartender. And the bucket. And the funnel. Richie looked at his glass and promptly turned green as he shoved both it and the bottle away.

Yeah. Yeah, it was time to go.

"What the fuck is wrong with this place? Okay. Now I know why the Agrii are sticking to us humanoids. I don't mean to generalize but it seems like some of these other guys are fucking bizarre. Slime juice! Drank fucking..."

He shuddered and pushed up from his chair, dropping some of the money on the table.

"Did you wanna take your alien sludge to go? Have something to gaze at in your room?" Richie smiled as he teased, clearly expecting Tony to have a similar reaction to him.