Richie shoots her finger guns and a wink. "Lucky for you, that is the good news. There is a bar nearby that has alcohol aplenty. I have group therapy sessions there whenever I feel like getting wasted. I think we're honestly overdue for one."

He swings his head toward the door to encourage Beckett to come with him out of this place with him.

"The bad news is it probably won't be anything you're used to. But I am partial to Red Fruit Juice for my inebriation needs. A great vintage or whatever the fuck."