emotional mess.

“you were totally happy! don’t lie!” they argue, shaking their head and refusing to believe angelo’s claim. there wasn’t a doubt in riley’s mind that he had to be happy in those pictures they had seen on kitty’s instagram - even with his face cropped out, they just knew that he was having the time of his life holding the little baby. “you were with a bunny, angelo! how could you not be happy?!” @angelosanger

lifting their shoulders in a shrug, riley reached forward to grab the remote and go back to the home screen as the credits kept rolling and the movie officially ended. “cause that would be boring or sad?” they offer as an answer, though it sounds more like a follow-up question considering riley’s far from confident in it. “what do they even do after the big kiss? what plot is left?” @dounerdebby

whatever concern tiana’s feeling regarding the stranger’s state only doubles when they tell her she talks cute. but regardless, she accepts the compliment with a smile and a quiet laugh. “thank you,” she nods, not really sure what else there is to say. “you are glittery, it’s a nice look.” as confused as tiana is, what she’s saying to the blonde is genuine as she really does like their jacket. tiana herself could never imagine wearing it, but it seems almost fitting for the blonde. “ok, yeah. come we’ll go get some punch together.” tiana nods slowly, holding out her arm for the blonde to take. she has no real intentions of letting the stranger walk away without having some water but tiana is willing to play along for the sake of making sure they’re ok. “i’m tiana, by the way.” an introducton is the first step in finding out where this person’s friends were.

“thanks! i was trying to get pants that were also glittery and have the shift sequins, but i couldn’t find them anywhere - so i just went with the dress instead,” they explain the rest of their outfit, despite the fact that the girl didn’t ask. as her arm was held out, riley grinned and eagerly wrapped their own around the girl’s, shuffling a little bit closer so their shoulders brushed as well as they started heading towards the drink table. “that’s so pretty! i’m just plain old riley. nothing exciting there. i don’t even really have a cool nickname either.”

bingbongbilly​:

Danny doesn’t have a second to get his words out before Billy is already on the move. “Oh yeah, I’m already walking,” he confirms into the walkie talkie at Danny’s question, completely missing the exasperation in his voice. It doesn’t take him all that much longer to finally locate Riley, letting out a loud cheer when he leaps into the room to see them on the floor. “My son!” he cries as he runs over to the suit of armor, throwing his arms around it in a hug, the suit making loud clanging noises as he jostles it. “I’ll never leave you alone again, don’t you worry,” he assures the suit of armor, taking their little bit way too far, just like they always do. Giving the suit of armor one more pat on the head, he joins Riley on the floor, completely ignoring the dust as he lays down next to them. “Do you think that ghosts have footsteps?” he asks Riley, addressing their earlier question. “That would be pretty spooky.” It takes him a moment to realize that there’s someone else trying to locate them. “We’re in the room at the end of the third floor,” he speaks into the walkie talkie to inform Danny of their whereabouts, not wanting to make the man search the entire mansion for them, as fun as that sounds.

danny stares down at the walkie talkie in his hand, finding it impossible to wrap his head around anything riley and bing bong are saying. in hindsight he shouldn’t even be the least bit surprise, too much of his free time spent gaming with the pair for him to truly be this floored by the conversation he’s listening in on. and yet, he still finds himself wondering how exactly he managed to end up here. “ghosts do not have footsteps.” is the only thing he says to them. “they literally don’t have feet.” how was that even something they were questioning. danny nods despite the fact that bing bong can’t see him, grateful that he cared enough to fill danny in on their whereabouts. it doesn’t take much longer for danny to inevitably find them, entering the room on a much higher level of agitation that he normally carries himself with. “you guys done fucking around or?” @emotionalriley​

“it’d be real spooky,” they answer with a nod before danny jumps in and gives his opinion. or well, given the fact that he hunts ghosts for a living it’s probably more than just an opinion - but riley still has doubts and questions. “what happens to their feet? do they lose them when they die?" it’s as if they just get dumber and dumber, but riley doesn’t care to be honest. it’s a genuine thought and they need an answer - wanting to be prepared for whatever will happen to themself and their feet whenever they do end up dying. though as danny enters the room, the blonde looks up and waves as if they hadn’t just asked one of the most ridiculous questions ever. “i wasn’t fucking around - my mom always told me when i get lost the best thing to do is stay in one spot and wait for her to find me.” @bingbongbilly​

“Well I am very brilliant.” Laughing, Billy takes another sip of his drink. Technically he is quite smart, but it’s never something you would know when having a casual conversation with him. “You know I can’t pick a favourite Britney Britney song,” he sighs dramatically as though being faced with the most difficult decision in the world. If he had his choice he would insist that they play Britney’s entire last album, but he doesn’t think the rest of the party would appreciate it quite the same way e would. “But definitely Dancing Queen for ABBA, I might not be young and sweet, only seventeen anymore but that song still speaks to me.” Nodding at Riley’s suggestion, there’s no question that Penny should be up there performing. It’s probably not the proper venue for it, but at least people would start having fun. “Oh that’s a great idea! They don’t really have a live band setup, but she would still find a way, right?”

“That you are, my friend,” they agree without hesitation, meaning it in absolute earnest. Billy was without a doubt one of the smartest people Riley knew - or at least as far as they were concerned he was. And they meant that on all levels, not just the technical book smarts he had but also all of the brilliant wild ideas he managed to come up with. “How about top five? That sounds like a good amount, right?” Adding Dancing Queen to the playlist they had just created as instructed, Riley began scrolling through the rest of their music to see what else would be good to start pumping people up. “Oh she absolutely could. I bet she probably has her mixtape on her phone that we can hook up and she can use.”

most people would find themselves agitated when a stranger bumps into them. but tiana only lets out a quiet sound of surprise, placing a hand over the hands of the blonde who grabs onto her as they steady themself. “you alright sweetpea?” she asks, concern dripping off her words as they stand upright again. “no, no need to apologize. just glad you didn’t fall.” and she means it, no harm had come to either of them and in the end that’s all that really mattered. “oh,” tiana looks down at her dress, as if the stranger complimenting her is the first time she registered that she was dressed up. “thanks. you look really nice too.” but the bright smile that touches her face only lasts for a moment before she’s back to trying to help. “can i get you a glass of water or somethin’?”

a bright giggle escapes riley’s lips at the question, finding the concept of being called a sweetpea to be absolutely adorable. “you talk so cute,” they compliment before they can think about how weird of a comment that is. by this point they probably should have pulled away and moved on, but riley didn’t really want to. there was something calming about the girl they’d bumped into and her cute little accent. “thanks! i’m glittery!” pulling their hand back from the girl’s arms, they ran it up and down over their jacket to show off the way the sequences flipped to change colors. “oh no, i’m not thirsty. but we could get some more punch! it’s rumberry and real good.”

“Hmmm,” Billy hums as he thinks over Riley’s preposition, taking another sip of his drink. “Let’s start low and go high if we need to. He might be looking for a break.” This is something Billy would have been on board for completely sober, convinced he can get up there and be the best dj this island’s ever seen. After a few drinks, it takes a lot of self control not to march up there right away and demand they get a chance. “We’ve gotta figure out our playlist first, though,” Billy insists. “We can’t just get up there and play bad songs.” The dj was already taking good care of that, he didn’t need their help with that. “We definitely need some Abba. And some Britney Britney.”

“That’s smart,” they agree with a nod, already picturing themself and Bing Bong having a full on black market movie moment trying to argue a bribing price to get the DJ to back down for the rest of the night. Or even just a few hours really. “Okay, any specific ABBA or Britney Britney songs?” With the question Riley pulls out their phone and opens their music apps to start putting together a playlist. “We gotta throw in some of Penny’s stuff too. Ooh or we could just let her perform! That’d be fun - right?” It would also probably be a mess and would likely upset the King and Queen, but they didn’t even think of that. Not that Riley would have cared about it if they did stop to consider how the royals would react to any of the music they planned on playing tonight.

Debby was content where she sat, people watching and spending some time with her roommates. She wasn’t used to dressing up, and also wasn’t much of a dancer, so events like these usually made her feel a little out of place. As Riley sat beside her, she gave them a small smile. “I’m not sure but …. It’s probably to make them seem more appealing…” She trailed off with a small shrug. “Are they good, at least?”

“But how is it appealing if you can’t even pronounce what it is you’re eating?” they question after swallowing the current bite. At the question of whether it was good or not, Riley shrugged in response at first before pushing the plate a little closer to her. “They’re okay. You can try one if you want. I got a few of each kind - I don’t know what the black stuff is on that one and I’m.. kinda afraid to try it.” In reality it was just a simple balsamic type glaze drizzled on top, but to them it looked just a bit too weird. Which was really saying something.