river usually avoided going to these kinds of things -- parties had too many people, they were incredibly loud and as the sober person in the room amongst many many intoxicated people, well, they really were not all that fun. the whole situation screamed panic attack waiting to happen for the boy. yet, here he was and not only was he present, but he wasn’t hiding away in one of the rooms. he was nursing a glass of water and standing in the kitchen, keeping an open mind that things would turn out alright. river wanted to enjoy himself. there was one thing bothering him though. “do they always play such shitty music?” he said to no one in particular.














