Riley is barefoot. That much she knows. There are very few other things she can actually pin down, however. Are they… still at the beach? Oh, there’s sand between her toes, okay, they’re still at the beach. Or a beach. Okay, cool, she knows two things now: she’s barefoot, and she’s at a beach.

Cool.

“WHO WANTS TO SING ME A DRINKING SONNNNNG?” she kind of just yells out into the ocean, hoping one of her friends is in the vicinity as she sinks down to sit on the sand. “Someone sing me to sleeeeeep.”