Riley was in her own little world. She down three more glasses of wine, deciding to ditch the glass and stick with the bottle. She was staring at the TV, too drunk to realize it was off. She felt the couch sink when someone joined her on the couch. "What do you want?" She said coldly, seeing Alex's reflection in the TV. She put the bottle down on the coffee table and shut her eyes, rubbing her temple. She knew she drank too much and was starting to seriously regret it. "Get out." She said, her words slurring. She stood up, wobbling a little bit. Her hair was in disarray now. She tried stepping over Alex's feet, but ended up stumbling forward instead, catching herself on the wall. "Damn it!" She said, her words still slurred and probably hard to understand.

"I don't need your sympathy, I tried getting that from you days ago,,," She said, pointing an accusing finger at him. "But you were gone." She said, throwing her hands up and doing some hand motion to emphasize. "Where'd you go, Oliver? Did you see the folks like you said. No, you didn't because I talked to them." She sad, hiccuping. She stumbled back over and took a swig of wine. "You're an ass, you know that?" She said, still slurring. Riley fell over, toppling on him. "You're so hot and infuriating." She said, reaching up and kissing him, pressing her lips against his, but she rolled her head onto his shoulder and passed out.