OPEN.
So he'd meant to go climb Galartha again. The way the face of the mountain changed constantly, it would be different than the last time he'd gone and hell, he'd enjoyed it. However somewhere between getting geared up to follow those intentions and actually doing so, Riggs had succumbed to distraction and ended up crashed out on one of the beaches for a while, enjoying a sun-soaked nap after whatever it was he'd imbibed off. Alien alcohol was presenting a new challenge he wasn't sure he liked.
By the time he'd woken up, most of the day was long gone and he wasn't about to attempt climbing in the darkness, not so much because of the risk, but that he wouldn't get very far.
While he wasn't quite the social butterfly most of the crew seemed to be, the bonfire was still an opportunity to do something other than lurk around. That and he'd spent enough time sleeping that afternoon that doing so anytime soon had lost appeal. So the bonfire it was, Riggs not bothering to dress up for the event, his usual state of ruffled and rumpled. He avoided the bigger groups, locating another drink with that sixth sense of his, and found a seat on the ground.