"Cool!" Richie looks around the room and grins as he spots a bottle of red liquor behind the bar.

"How about that fly over here for your pal Richie, huh?" He winks at the kid and points at the bottle in question.

"Eh. You know what? You look like you're young enough to be kicked out for even looking at a bar for too long. Maybe let's not have you touch alcohol, even telepathically."