His explanation as to what a Justin Beiber was honestly kind of confused her for a second. Raina was definitely not of stable enough mind to understand every word that he just spoke. However, she did get a quite amusing image of her head of, what she perceived to be a red-eyed cyclops like machine doing what most of the teen sensations did on stage. Spitting meaningless lyrics to songs that had been created for them because it was beyond impossible for anyone to expect someone of that age to have any advice or words about life. And as he spoke, the smile slowly widened that smile she wore just a little more. "So basically some lame ass musician who get all the preteens' engines running. Got ya." Raina really wasn't into that type of music, which would easily explain away why she had no idea who it was he was even talking about. Nowadays there was no end to the lame that the music industry would try to shove down the media's throat. It sounded like this Justin Beiber kid was one of them. Shaking her head, she looked down at the cut in her foot that had bled a little. Stretching her leg forward, she let her foot rest in the water to wash it away. "For a minute there, you made it sound like I should be looking around for a T-800." She waited for a second before adding, "You know, the Terminator.. Arnold Schwarzenegger."
With her foot now submerged, she reached up to brush her hair out of her face. The light breeze helped cool her heated flesh. She may not be able to perceive the cold, but she could tell the difference between hot as Hell heat and just warmth. The way it felt now felt really good. And while she knew that she shouldn't just pick up a conversation with a guy who didn't have the most savory of records while she was out late at night and pretty drunk off her rocker, she also knew that she wanted to feel like she wasn't being crushed under the weight of her own world crashing around her. Even if it would only be for a couple hours, it would be so welcome.
Looking back over at him and his animated gratitude, Raina just smirked. "Suzy squirrel?" She shook her head and leaned back on her palms. For the time being, she considered what she should do. She knew what other parties might expect her to do. They would want her to turn around, stumble as coherently as possible back to her dorm room and collapse on the bed until morning where she would nurse a hell of a hangover. But that wasn't what she was going to do. Why? Because it wouldn't get her anything except a warm bed that she would lay in alone as the dreams haunted her once more. No, that surely wasn't good enough, and while she was thinking--it didn't even interest her at all.
When she had first started school, it was easier to have that wall up around her. No one could touch her--not literally speaking. And without wearing her heart on her sleeve, she had lessened the chance of it getting broken. It was definitely time to go back to that. Raina made a mental note to start working on that once she nursed herself back from the massive hangover that she was certain she would have tomorrow morning. She could come up with a plan and write down all the aspects of the person she had been before and start to implement them into the person she was now. It was his voice, deep and soaked with alcohol, that shook her out of her thoughts.
She was quite concerned about what he was saying until her eyes slowly widened. She started to realize what he thought she had said and in turn, pressed her lips together to suppress the amusement that wanted to bubble out of her. Holding up a finger when he realized they were both talking about different things, she questioned, "Two things: What do you mean a 'girl like me,' and," The first wasn't her taking any offense to what he had said, just curiosity. "And second, did a genie really sneak into your room and have sex with you?"