"Just unlucky for him, I guess," Riley grinned at the chicks deadpan response. Clearly she had no sense of humour at all. Everyone was a critic and Riley had to resist rolling his eyes. After all, it took a certain kind of strong willed someone to make light of a situation like this. He thought he was doing spectacularly!
No sense of humour and completely up herself. That was what Riley was getting from this conversation - who went around just being all "you couldn't handle this" without being in a rap video? - it was blowing his mind and, oddly, the two of them seemed perfect for each other.
Simply to pass the time (and block out the sound of their 'I hate you' flirting) Riley went about pulling more tufts of grass out of the ground. He flicked the biggest ones at Reese, leaving little clumps of soil and rich green grass all over his far too tight pants. Softly he began humming the most annoying thing he could think of. I know a song that will get on your nerves...
When the other man turned to look at him - they'd clearly been talking about or to him - with a sleazy smirk on his face, Riley paused, tuft of grass held in his hands and his expression one of pure guilt. He smiled back, toothy and bullshit innocent, then flicked the grass at the bounty hunter, hummed louder and stretched out to snatch up another good sized pebble.