Riley smiled politely at Madison, biting her lip as she shrugged and accepted the fact that she was going to something that the rest found fun. She was never much of a rambunctious one as a kid, or even now, as a teenager. She had never gone to parties like these, and the sheer thought of drinking, and drugs sounded a bit off putting, but possibly exhilarating at the same time.

She didn't say any more, looking around at everyone's faces, before a note brushed against her hand. She frowned in confusion, and glanced to Howard, opening the small note. As she bit her lip, he stood and she simply shrugged, making it known that she was fine with the party. She wanted to fit in. She wanted to seem like she really loved it with these people. They understood her. They took her in when no one else did.

"I'll um…I'll be right back too…But I'm down for the party…", she stuttered out, looking up at Corey as if she was asking quick permission. She didn't wait for an answer, standing from the table with some effort. She kept her left wrist tucked close to her body, still nervous about the disapproving glances from everyone she had ever met, and then made her way toward the door, a bit behind Howard.

"Is this your thing?", she asked quietly as she stepped out onto the steps, her arms crossed uncomfortably across her chest. She stood still at the door for a few seconds, before a patron pushed her, rather hard, out of their way as they exited. She gave them a look, trying not to look too aggressive, and carefully took a seat beside Howard on the steps, "You're like…the…recluse of the group? How do you manage that, with this lot?"