"...Right now, how it's not fair to pull that kind of prank on people that are halfway to drunk." Torn between relief and annoyance, Ryuuji settled for laughing as well, then tried to remember what they had been talking about.

Taking a sip of his drink - which had mysteriously morphed from a Bloody Mary to something green, pink and decorated with an umbrella on a straw called "Goodbye Mr. Brain Cell" - Ryuuji suddenly snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah! Alternative universes. You said we could talk once you had several bottles of red."

((Or just forget conveniently that Ryuuji has a vintage car and bring it up as part of a different convo XD))