Riley Paige
Hex Code: #8365A1
Outfit
Though by everyone else's standards sleeping in until just before 2:00 didn't count as 'early,' but in Riley's world it did. At least on the nights that she worked. Because it was just the most feasible thing to do versus waking up in the morning and then trying to manage to get through a late night shift on top of it, she tended to try to shoot for three pm as the earliest wake up time should she have no other priorities. And because the late night scene already wasn't her typical jurisdiction, it did take a bit more for her to not get absolutely drained from working. She was fortunate enough to not have to work out an actual club, where she would probably die from anxiety, but even the place she worked at had a tendency to get packed quite frequently. She shouldn't have been that surprised because she was well aware that drinking causes her to wake up early. She pushed the creeping irritation aside as she got up and tried making sense of her surroundings.
Fortunately, she didn't have a hangover. Just a gentle throbbing at her temple that a little juice and Advil could cure. She hadn't had enough to drink to not remember last night's events, if they could really be called that. To a lot of her friends, it would have been considered pretty flat, but for someone who rarely lived life 'on the edge,' it was a success in her eyes. No, she didn't get laid, as she would soon tell her roommate, and she would have needed way more to drink since that wasn't her thing, she still had enjoyed herself. Having very little consequence to face afterwards also made any night seem all the more enjoyable. The odd thing was that, subjectively, Riley didn't really see it as much of anything. Just something that was on her to-do list and that she could successfully cross off. So it was less about the actual night itself than the fact that she got to say she accomplished something--especially something she was wary about to begin with. She was trying to be a bit more spontaneous and allow herself more freedom this year, but old habits were hard to die, so it would probably take a minute before she was able to just authentically enjoy a rare occasion such as going out. For now, it would just be seen as an obstacle to overcome and that, once done so, would allow her to indulge in things she already really liked doing. So today, and like every other day when she found the time for it, it was taking her time drinking her tea and listening to music. Boring was not at all a new adjective that had been used to describe her many times, but it never bothered her. After getting Zoey's text, she couldn't help but wonder if she was taking to the wrong things in life just a little bit, because how many twenty-year-olds can honestly say the night was a success because she didn't go home with a very handsome guy, and because of such a tame night, she got to enjoy her already planned cup of tea? Sure, there were several, but she was definitely a minority it felt like.
To: Zoey
can't trust the tequila! but no, you didn't tho i guess i can always use that fake CEO you made up as my back up
Allowing the little voice in the back of her head that was questioning if she should be a little more invested in last night, she sent another text to address her concern.
To: Zoey
was that a total fail on my part? bc...i'm realizing all my friends would probably kick me for passing up the opportunity
Fortunately, she didn't have a hangover. Just a gentle throbbing at her temple that a little juice and Advil could cure. She hadn't had enough to drink to not remember last night's events, if they could really be called that. To a lot of her friends, it would have been considered pretty flat, but for someone who rarely lived life 'on the edge,' it was a success in her eyes. No, she didn't get laid, as she would soon tell her roommate, and she would have needed way more to drink since that wasn't her thing, she still had enjoyed herself. Having very little consequence to face afterwards also made any night seem all the more enjoyable. The odd thing was that, subjectively, Riley didn't really see it as much of anything. Just something that was on her to-do list and that she could successfully cross off. So it was less about the actual night itself than the fact that she got to say she accomplished something--especially something she was wary about to begin with. She was trying to be a bit more spontaneous and allow herself more freedom this year, but old habits were hard to die, so it would probably take a minute before she was able to just authentically enjoy a rare occasion such as going out. For now, it would just be seen as an obstacle to overcome and that, once done so, would allow her to indulge in things she already really liked doing. So today, and like every other day when she found the time for it, it was taking her time drinking her tea and listening to music. Boring was not at all a new adjective that had been used to describe her many times, but it never bothered her. After getting Zoey's text, she couldn't help but wonder if she was taking to the wrong things in life just a little bit, because how many twenty-year-olds can honestly say the night was a success because she didn't go home with a very handsome guy, and because of such a tame night, she got to enjoy her already planned cup of tea? Sure, there were several, but she was definitely a minority it felt like.
To: Zoey
can't trust the tequila! but no, you didn't tho i guess i can always use that fake CEO you made up as my back up
Allowing the little voice in the back of her head that was questioning if she should be a little more invested in last night, she sent another text to address her concern.
To: Zoey
was that a total fail on my part? bc...i'm realizing all my friends would probably kick me for passing up the opportunity