[ Richie recognizes her--scary looking ladies with scars on their faces are the kind of people Richie keeps his distance from, especially when they own the bar and he's trying to score.
He doesn't even particularly want beer per se. It's the principal of the matter. It's forbidden fruit. And as she nears him, Richie nods. Play it cool. ]
You never went to high school? Wish I were you. It sucks.
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He doesn't even particularly want beer per se. It's the principal of the matter. It's forbidden fruit. And as she nears him, Richie nods. Play it cool. ]
You never went to high school? Wish I were you. It sucks.