Rielle couldn't help but roll her eyes at her cousin. He was...well on his way to being drunk. Very drunk. She was, too. But the closet door whipping open had somehow killed her buzz. She needed more alcohol, and fast. "What did you expect to see? We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, here." She scoffed but he was right. Not necessarily about knowing anything. But they were pretty open about not getting along, and they were just making out pretty heavy handed. And, she couldn't speak for Aaron, but she had sort of, maybe enjoyed it.
"Oh, thanks," she said to her closet companion, awkwardly leaning in his direction so he could fix her hair. "Can't go back out there with messy hair." She swallowed thickly.