There's only one full shot left on the tray, so Richie helps himself to that one. Gives Grace a little toast with it before he throws it back. Probably not a great idea, but it's a party, right? And he can't let a pretty girl drink alone, it's not gentlemanly.

"Nah, I don't do that gay shit -- fuck, sorry." He grimaces, remembering his self-improvement vow to stop using the g word. "That homosexual shit."

Eyeing the blue glow in her hair, he points to her bracelet of choice. "How about that? Accepting current personal circumstances?" What with the ring and all, which he has also noticed.