It's nice, in a way that's also exhausting. Richie really wants to just go back to their room and sleep for twenty hours. He also kind of wants another drink. He also kind of wants to suck Carmy's dick some more, not even to make him bust, maybe just to have it in his mouth. Weird. He thinks about that while he smokes, leaning sideways a bit to bump his arm against Carmy's shoulder.

"Yeah, fuck."

He glances sideways at Carmy, noticing how he's holding himself like he's cold. Swapping his cigarette to the other hand, he lifts his arm and puts it around Carmy's shoulders.

"Good party though. Fucking fire party." A beat. "I spoke to Grace."