No matter how natural he tried to act there was nothing natural about Ryder, especially in this moment next to a guy who makes him comfortable and nervous at the same time, Ryder is more confused than he's ever been. Not much is said between them in the beginning,
but they both try to ignore the awkward silences by staring at everyone surrounding the big fire. They all drink and dance, but there stood Ryder and Shia still with nothing to say to each other.
Maybe he just needed the courage, Ryder thinks, he promised himself not to overdo it tonight, but believing it's the only way to communicate with Shia he chugs 3 beers to start, followed by a couple of shots. Throughout all of this Shia is distracted by people trying to buy weed from him, even though he doesn't sell to them and tries to stay focus on Ryder, Ryder couldn't help but be a little peeved by the revelation. Shia Yorkton is a weed dealer, Ryder isn't sure how to even feel about that.
Disappearing without a word Ryder wonders until he finds his friends, noticing the frown on his face Jesse asks "what's wrong with you?"
Unsure how to even ask but wants badly to know Ryder just lets it out, "who's your plug?" "What?" Jesse looks at him confused, probably already as drunk as Ryder is
"When we need weed who do you get it from?" "Oh emo kid" Jesse answers, "why?"
"Why didn't you tell me you got it from him?" Jesse shrugs "why does it matter?"
Groaning Ryder rolls his eyes "forget it."
Finally able to get his drunk brain to focus on one thing, Ryder remembers he left Shia and quickly goes back to their spot looking for him.
Not finding Shia, Ryder instead sees his back leaving the bonfire "shit," he panics rushing after the boy. When he reaches he grabs Shia's arm pulling him to stop "you're leaving?"
"Yeah kinda sucks to just stand around after being ditched so..." Sighing Ryder lets go "I'm sorry I didn't mean to— it's just that..." "What?"
"It was kind of getting on my nerves that people kept asking to buy weed from you," alcohol gives
him the balls to be honest, that much he can thank the beer and vodka shots for. "But I didn't sell to anyone,"
"Ok it may have peeved me a little that you even sell weed in the first place, and I know I should be
the last person talking since I smoke so much weed, but fine I guess I'm a—"
"Hypocrite?" Shia asks clearly upset "Why do you even sell?"
"I have access to it" Shia answers, "so why not?" "Is this a money thing?"
"I'm not having this conversation with you while you're drunk, Ryder"
Sighing Ryder shuts his eyes "I'm not—" he stops and takes a breath looking at Shia again, "sorry I'm being an ass ok I'm just nervous and drinking kind of helps me loosen up a little," a whole lot more than a little. "I thought that this way I could be more interesting and you'd want to talk to me"
"Ryder you don't ever have to drink for me to find you interesting, sober Ryder is way more interesting than any g