Richard felt quite uncomfortable entering the club. He was by far the oldest person in their, and the least attractive. Of course they only let the attractive ones in, to encourage guys to buy them drinks and the link. He felt very out of place, like he was a parent at the prom or something. So he forced a smile onto his lips as he face her.<br/><br/>"As long as no one calls me grandpa, I think I'll survive. For a little bit at least! So...uh...do you want a drink? Thats what you do right, have a few drinks to loosen up before dancing?" He half-jokes,  hunching over a little and remaining close to her, to try and be as auspicious as he could. He really didn't want to draw any attention to himself or just how old he looked!