Ricari blinked when she said she was back in town for her father's funeral. It reminded him of his uncle's funeral and just how sad he'd been when the man that had taught him so much had finally passed away. So he could understand her grief.<br/><br/>He smiled faintly when she complimented him, "I get that a lot, but thank you. It's nice to be noticed every once and a while."<br/><br/>When she said she'd love to have drinks with him, he was quite happy. He did notice something weird pass over her face, but he didn't comment on it. Everyone had secrets, and some were better of being kept that way. Regardless, he followed her into the bar.<br/><br/>Nobody really looked at him twice. Perhaps it had something to do with the setting. He didn't know nor did he care. Ricari was simply relieved that nobody was going to hassle him. He walked over to the bar and took a seat. He ordered them both drinks and thought about the old bar down near where he lived. That was where he was going to put the new Catholic church. That was the place where he held so many memories. This place was rather new to him. He knew it had been around before he left initially, but it had never really been his scene.<br/><br/>Regardless, he took the drinks as they were handed to him and handed one over to Michele.<br/><br/>"To new beginnings!" He then took a huge swig of his drink. The familiar burn settled over his throat. It had been quite awhile since he'd last allowed himself a drink. But this was definitely something to not be overzealous about. "So tell me, are you going to be sticking around these parts? I know you're here for your father's funeral-may he rest in peace-but did you have plans to stay after that? I know it's never easy losing a family member."