#* river;

River was quite used to people giving him weird looks. As if he wasn’t already aware he wasn’t in a oversized giraffe onesie. He had worked the late shift and when he went to get food from his fridge, he wasn’t overly surprised to find it empty. Thus, it was completely natural to get dressed and go to the store. Maybe he could have picked his normal jeans and t-shirt, but that wasn’t him. 

The sound of the rain bouncing off the top of his umbrella was relaxing. Rather than going home after his shift, River had been wandering around the city - watching the sun rise and then disappear behind the rain clouds that had drifted in. The streets had become busier, the world livelier. It made his heart swell, a permanent smile on his face as he all but danced up and down the sidewalks. 

He tips back his bright orange shield, letting some of the rain drip down on his face, refreshing his mind and spirit. He didn’t need sleep when he could gather the energy straight from the source falling from the sky. Humming under his breath, he’s a force to be reckoned with, optimism and happiness dripping from his pores. Even when he turns to look at the person next to him, unable to suppress the smile when he see’s them soaking wet from the downpour. 

Another glass is set down on top of the counter, River automatically reaching for the bottle to refill it back with liquor. The bar is fairly quiet, as it usually is as last-call approaches. Meaning that they are mostly just standing around at this point now, wiping down the bar every so often and refilling the random glasses from end to end. The nymph is perched against the wood, a tired yawn escaping their lips as the clock ticks past three o’clock. Still an hour more and way too quiet for their liking.