"Clearly you've never hosted a whole troop of strippers in your apartment and needed to clean it up before you have your judge-y manager over for a meeting with Netflix."

He hops off his seat and rolls his sleeves up before looking around for any piece of fabric he can find. The glasses will hold for now. Richie wets the fabric and let it slap on the floor before pinning it with the broom to move it around.

"Glitter will be gone in a jiff. Although...yeah. Why is there glitter all over? Are there strippers?"