Ricari sat up and then got to his feet, rubbing the back of his head lightly with one hand while wiping the dirt off with the other. She said something about returning to town so he wasn't really surprised that she knew who he was. A lot of people remembered him, and they weren't taking his return kindly. At least not a small minority. Some were applauding his efforts to make up for the past by establishing a Catholic Church. Some people thought it was simply a cover up for more ill intentions.<br/><br/>To say he was a hot topic in town was quite an understatement, but it seemed more people knew his name and not his face so he was able to be left alone.<br/><br/>"It's okay. It's not like I didn't want to be disoriented tonight," he responded sarcastically with his usual smirk. "And you just got back in tonight, eh? Nice timing. I wish I could say I remember you, but I honestly don't. It's a shame since you're quite the looker."<br/><br/>He racked his brain trying to remember her, but nothing came to mind. It was likely collateral damage from his days being nose deep in the bottle. He shuddered every time he thought of those days. While he drank now, it was nothing like it had been back in those days.<br/><br/>He reached out and shook her hand.<br/><br/>"I guess I don't really need to introduce myself, but hi, I'm Ricari Delvano. It's a pleasure to meet you. Want to have a few drinks with me?"<br/><br/>It wasn't as if he was the shy type. Ricari Delvano was about as confident as a guy could get. Life was short. If you didn't grab it by the horns and run with it, someone else would. And he sure as hell refused to be one of the people left in the dust.