Riley drew herself very close to Corey as they exited the truck and walked up to the sketchy gates. She knew that it probably seemed like she was clinging to him like some sort of slut, but really, she was clinging to him because he was all that she knew, as safety. He was honestly the only safety she had known for a long time, and as a mentor, he had saved her life.

As they actually entered, she too reached down and ran her fingers through Magnus' hair, around the back of his head. He was also some sort of comfort for her, and she could see, most of the time why he was the mascot of the little group of misfits. He helped so much with nerves, that he was better than a drug, most of the times. She glanced down at him, and drew herself even closer to Corey, if humanly possible, as he finally asked her what she wanted to do.

"Um…W-what do you normally do at these things? Like…do you…do you just go and sit on a wall somewhere and talk?", she asked innocently, flinching heavily as a random stranger passed them, and ran fingers through her hair. She absentmindedly grabbed Corey's jacket, her cheek brushing the denim momentarily, as she glanced around, "Something…fun and dangerous…"

As she stated her last words, she removed her face from his side, and straightened, "Sorry…"