Like every youngest child, Carmy hates being treated like a kid, and he folds his arms tight at your fucking crush, rolls his eyes visibly at the whole fucking concept of chivalry, scoffs.

"Could you shut the fuck up?" he hisses, embarrassed. "I didn't ask you to do any of that, okay." And then, peering closer, realising Richie's been drinking on shift and immediately fucking judgemental. "Are you drunk?"