Though Riley was quite cheerful, she was in no way bouncing. This was the worst part of the fight. Afterward, she always felt so drained. It was as if she had poured her entire existence into it, concentrated all her being and stuffed it into one little incident. And with all of that gone, she was just a shell, waiting to breathe again.
She awkwardly stumbled to the side, shoulder falling into the nearest wall. Removing her gloves with her teeth, she tucked them against her stomach with one arm before looking up at him. "You were more wrong," she said stubbornly, though a smile was plastered on her face. "I might have a couple bruises in the morning. You got your ass handed to you."
Grunting, she forced herself to her feet, stumbling forward in awkward steps. It wasn't as bad as a professional fight, wherein she was almost unable to function without Melinda holding her, but she felt like her bones had been replaced by jello. "Oh, by the way," she said, raising her chin high. "I'm Riley Harlow."
(OOC: I am so sorry for disappearing last night! DX The internet committed suicide and I got mad.)