It should be a safe bet that the bottle landing on Riley would cause Ursula to have a minor meltdown. And there definitely is a moment where all of Ursula's preconceived notions about her personal image clash with her drunken desire to just make out with someone, dammit. But teenaged hormones win out pretty quickly and she stands, pointlessly smoothing down her hair and clothing (she does know what happens in this closet, right?) before following after Riley.

"Hello," she replies, sliding her arms around the smaller girl's shoulders and trying hard to suppress a smile. Riley's monster ego hardly needs to know that Ursula actually kind of likes her. "Less talking, if you don't mind."

(Sorry for requesting Riley and then vanishing! My weekend got away from me. :c)