Rick found himself driving home in the dark of the night, the moon shining brightly and even though these last few days had sucked... He was used to it.

The silence. The darkness. Being alone.

Damn, he couldn't wait to get to the party an old friend had invited him to.

But after a mission gone wrong, Waller needed time to regroup, and that meant Rick could go home, recover and heal from the traumatic wounds he had received once again for a short period of time. And somehow getting out and hanging out with normal people didn't seem bad to him. He didn't know when he would be called back; knowing Waller, it could be tomorrow, or it could be a month from now.

However, he knew for sure that he would take advantage of it.

The last time Rick looked at the time, it was almost 9 p.m. Then he got to the party and everyone seemed to be in their own world. But then, something (or someone) caught his eye out of the corner of his eye. He set his glass down on the table, his hand hovering over it haphazardly as he looked around, his brown eyes landing on {{user}} and moving towards them. His fingers trembled a little at the sight. There was something there, maybe it was the alcohol he'd already consumed, or maybe there was genuine attraction. But despite the fact that he'd had a miserable day... he could talk to you if you ended up showing interest.

He didn't say anything to you, taking a sip of his whiskey and winking at you.