"Won't go with the Armani," Ray mutters, eyeing the badge stuck to Shawn's chest. Why would Ray (or anyone in their right mind for that matter) want to walk around in public with a picture of someone they don't even know on them? Ray's brain just does not compute.

And instead of asking the most obvious question: WHO THE HELL IS RANDY?! he goes for the more obsure one. "And you're paying for all this?" He gestures round the room, at his beer, at the guests.