Riley sat trying to keep down the odd concoction Beth's grandmother has oh so lovingly whipped up for him. He could still feel the thick green ooze clinging to the back of his throat. He did have to admit though his head did feel a little better and his stomach was settling down. Rising at the request that their stuff should be packed and loaded that afternoon, Riley brushed his pants off and stretched. "Right then I'll just go pack my things now if thats ok," he said with a smile, slapping Adrien none to softly on the back and giving each of the girls a small hug before mounting his bike and tearing off towards his house. Now...how was he going to get booze in the van....that was the question.

Riley returned to the van forty-five minutes later. Pulling a large military duffel bag off his back he walked over to the van and threw it in over the back seat. He cringed at the muffled sound of glass ringing on glass, he hoped his precious hidden cargo had not broken.

Smiling he turned around to the rest of the group, brushing his curly red hair out of his eyes. The strange concoction whipped up by Beth's grandmother had totally cured him and he was back to normal, "So guys when are we leaving??! And whos gonna drive first?!"