Supernatural patience graces her face, and her voice never raises.
It wasn't often she did something like this for herself, treat herself or the like. It felt, well, awkward, rewarding herself
for anything. Wasn't a reward something someone else
gave you for doing something you didn't necessarily think was all that important...or did...or whatever. Either way, she needed something like this, a chance to be herself and all that jazz. When was the last time she used her powers in public like this? It might have been years, or it might have only felt like that. Either way, making her drink dance in front of her was probably the most therapeutic thing she'd done ever
Her hair, fiery red and falling to the middle of her back, was down for once, brushing over her pale, freckled shoulders, which peeked out from just over the off shoulder sleeves of her black top, one slender hand toying with the silver hoop that hung off the front of her black choker, while the other flickered her fingers every so often. Just rising out of her glass, her Bud Light had a mind of its own, or at least what her mind had set out for it, the liquid shimmering in the flashing lights of the club, floating in front of her blue eyes. The best part about it all? No one was really weirded out about it. Sure, people looked over once in a while, but other than that, just curiosity. No malice, disgust...it was the best thing about 'District X'. No normal people around for miles. Her glossed lips curled up in a smile as the drink drew itself closer to her, allowing her to take a good sip from it before she allowed it to flow back down into the glass. She smacked her lips together with a little bit of a smirk at the taste of alcohol on her lips."It even tastes better,"
She found herself commenting with a small chuckle before turning around in her seat, leaning back against the bar as she watched everyone out on the floor, just dancing and having a good time.
She felt the itch to dance, her boot clad foot bouncing up and down in time to the music, as her leg hooked itself over the ripped knee of the opposite leg, but she figured she couldn't just go dance without a reason to do so. Say, a guy would be a good reason. Riley snorted to herself, puffing some of her red hair from her freckled face as she laughed a little at the idea. Out of all the girls in the room, she really doubted she'd be sought out specifically for a dance. That was just fine too, she'd always been okay with just watching.