She's not wrong; Richie was indeed looking, checking out that wiggle and sway as she worked her magic on those dudes. Especially when she bent over in that little bikini -- yow. He thinks he does a decent job of covering it up, but she clocks him and he actually blushes a little, glancing aside even as he nods his thanks for the drink.

"Yeah, well. I'm a red blooded male, yo. I can't not look at hot girls." He toasts her, though, through his embarrassment. "To our asses."

The cocktail goes down smooth and sweet. Maybe a little too much, because he definitely shouldn't be drinking this much while he's on shift. Hopefully Carmy won't find out. Richie nods again, makes approving noises.

"Yo, that's good. Who served that up? He deserves a fucking tip."