when you break, riley

Honestly Riley just kind of wanted to go. He didn't have a date, as the rest of his friends seemed to. He just wanted to go and spend time in the forest with friends. Of course, the excitement wore off when he was there. Suddenly the overly loud crowds made him uncomfortable and he desired some place to just sort of chill a moment before he had to go and be social one more. It wouldn't take too long, just more than two people with him at a time was always a bit draining on his poor socially awkward self. He saw a tree and moved closer, interested in perching on it. It'd be a bit fun to see everything without having to deal with them too much. Riley noticed a figure a bit too late when she spoke. "Shit." He jumped slightly at her words. But she looked down at him and Riles blinked a few times, "Hello." The boy grinned, being friendly but not really knowing what to say to the girl sprawled on a log. "Can I sit?" the boy decided to ask. It was a good phrase to start with, right?

Her remark made him laugh. "You may have scared me a bit, sorry." He grinned and shrugged, realizing what sight he must be. Standing there in his costume garb. Looking like a muggle superhero's secret identity, he pulled the glasses off and set them in his pocket. They were cheap brand his mum sent him. And he might have had a superman shirt underneath. But the girl with the flawless skin and pretty smile was not about to know that. He clambered up with a furrowed brow. "With someone? Why would you say that?" He asked her, genuinely curious. The boy was with some friends, but it sounded like she meant a date and he didn't think that was a possibility as of late. He's probably a no-go for everyone in the school. Though he just didn't know a large amount of people. He was nice and all, sure. But that was generally the extent. He had issues breaking the barrier from acquaintance to friend. "What brings you over here?" He asked her, seeing more of her face closer than he was before.

He laughed, "It's the cat ears, I think." Though he was just teasing her. He had a cat of his own, though refrained from telling her that, because she probably did not give any fucks about that. He was being ridiculous. It was just a girl, he had friends that were girls, after all. He considered her response with a slight smile, "To be fair, neither do you." He shrugged, "And no. Not really the hooking up type, I suppose." She was lovely, and had a nice smile, and he was completely an idiot for saying what he did, but it was out there and he would.not.blush. Not if he could help it anyway. He listened genuinely to what she was saying. Her grin was contagious, drunk as it was and Riley smiled, "Nice to meet you, Devyn. And happy birthday. If I'd known I may have brought you a cake. Though not cooked by me, because I'm shit in a kitchen." He smiled, "Oh, and I'm Riley. Shy-guy extraordinaire." He placed his hand out to her, now that it was empty from the flask, surely they could shake hands?

She had a good sense of humor, it was nice not talking to a girl who shut him down because in their minds he was hitting on them. "You never really do know with cats, do you?" He smiled. "One minute they're totally fine and the next you've three scratches and a need for stitches." Riley tried to joke, his own cat wasn't bipolar but his ex girlfriends was. Boy that cat would've probably killed riley if he'd let it. It's just completely bipolar, however, as it would ask for a pet, then turn around and bit you. Suddenly he was gay in her mind. "Oh. Um." He blinked a few times, running an embarrassed and through his hair. "Uh, no. Definitely not gay." Well. She backtracked but he wanted to clarify anyway. he was slightly humiliated and suddenly wondering how many girls assumed the same. Then he added, "Just socially awkward. Saying the wrong things constantly. Here's your warning." He smiled, trying to lighten up the hitch in the conversation. Oh god. gay. That one was going to stick with him now. "Totally, my housewife skills..." He made a tisking noise, "Sub par at best. Think I'll just have to live off of microwavable food for the rest of my life." Probably wasnt' helping the gay argument, but he couldn't get much worse with this one, so he hardly minded. He blinked a moment his hand still outstretched in a terribly awkward way. , "I can't even remember if we're pureblood or not. My mum's a bit of a nutter for politeness, though. Her family is sort of uppity. Part Veela, which I hope I dodged, jury is still out on that one." There he goes brain farting again. She didn't want to know his life story, he needed to stop talking now. Besides, she ended up not taking his hand so he awkwardly dropped it to his lap and looked over the party. "Seems odd they let this party happen. Drinking. In the forbidden forest. And there are kids under the age of fourteen here." He shook his head. "It's like they're asking for someone to get lost." It wasn't his scene, that's certain. But he also didn't mind if it was other people's. He just felt bad for the impressionable kids who now thought this was the best way to spend time.

A smile stretched over his face, "nice to know there's good cats out there. Mine's nice too. much smaller, but still a good cat." He was not going to share what his cat was named afterall, she probably had no idea who redbeard was. Nor did he want to be known to be the gay pirate boy. "Really?" He wondered what other guys were out there. He knew so many good ones, then again their behavior could change depending on who they were around. In fact, Riley wouldn't be surprised what a pretty face and alcohol does to a guy. It made him sick to his stomach. "Here's to exceptions then." He chuckled, considering saying more, like she'd meet a nice guy and all. But that was over the top for a first meeting. Besides, things were going smoothly, he didn't want to come off as someone who lectured other people about their lives. "Burnt toast is actually the best thing ever. And burned popcorn." He said, grinning, "Honestly. I can't get over it. Cant' cook it correctly, which is good because I have nothing to compare it to." Riley grinned at her, but it fell to a soft smile hearing about her family. Obviously she didnt' like them too much and he felt bad about that. "You seemed to come out alright." He said lightly, hoping he was not overstepping bounds. After all, when he was trying to be cool he might say the first thing that comes to mind and totally fail miserably at it. Her compliment he took from the alcohol and he chuckled, thanking her but otherwise not really responding to it. He could be a very miniscule part veela. 1/8? 1/16? He didn't actually care too much about it. Because it seemed like it was meant to attract the opposite sex using charm and natural aura. He had neither. Therefore, his ungraceful stumbling of words proved his lack of genetics. She laid down then. He thought it was impossible to do so on a tree but somehow she managed. Riley looked down at his lap, now self-conscious of potentially smelling like the campfire, or worse. Why did he have to think of these things to remember later? She didn't remark on the scent, so that was good. He cleared his throat and pursed his lips, "Sounds unbelievably unpleasant. Never got to the point of puking, myself. But I took care of a few of my friends the last bash we had." He chewed on the inside of his lip. "Ten?" He asked, curious how different other people's lives were from his. "How'd that happen?" He asked her genuinely curious.

A small smile found it's way on his lips and he chuckled, "You don't strike me as the type that needs protection." she had the air of being just entirely strong. There were girls he felt the need to cuddle until they were safe and happy, but she didn't really fit into that category. She had a past, that much was obvious, but she saw things that he probably knew nothing about. He made a face, "Well, I'm sorry for them. And point them out, I'll give them a nice knuckle sandwich." He said, somewhat joking, but the rage that started to rise in his chest at those sort of people was anything but a joke. He looked around briefly to catch sight of Winnie, but she probably understood his need to wander off. He can only take so much social interaction. He'd return and talk to them. As for now, he just needed a bit more quiet time and he was enjoying the conversation more than he had originally thought. "And not all that is valuable is gold." He countered quietly, thinking about it. There were so many things that were astronomically more important to him, in particular, than anything material oriented. Very slowly, Riley started relaxing to the placement of her head. Maybe he didn't quite trust himself. It wasn't like there's been an incident before. But. Well, he's heard of other people's incidents. Riley nodded, "I can see that. I've never acquired the taste, I suppose." He'd probably look like a fool if he did.

He looked at her and the sudden influx of her attention on him made Riley uncomfortable. What could he come up with now? He wasn't that observant. Not to the extent that she obviously thought. He tilted his head, "How about you tell me something about yourself instead?" Riley grinned, hoping that was an appropriate response. He was socially awkward, and pretty please with how quickly he diverted that question. His eyes looked over the woods then. He still didn't feel very comfortable having this here. This party couldn't be a good idea. Nothing about it seemed right. Her question made him laugh slightly, afraid to laugh too much to disturb her placement on his lap. "I would legitimately hit them." He affirmed, smiling at her but then frowned, "They need to pay for it somehow." And sometimes Karma just didn't do it's job right. He nodded, it got serious fast. "It's almost a waste to put time and effort gaining something that won't give back. Money just takes, it isn't worth it." He never wanted to strive towards something that would, in turn, poison him. She went to fall and Riley reached out and took her arm, just in case. "I can help you back?" He asked, looking at her. Was she even trying to leave? He couldn't tell.