[ The alcohol is Reggie's primary reason for being here, too; even if this is a dream (and he has no reason to suspect otherwise yet, really), how many times can you just drink freely at a party when you're 16 and feel something from dream alcohol? Reggie usually never feels anything in dreams, so it's novel. Might as well enjoy it.
After midnight strikes, though, Reggie's been a bit adrift; Veronica kissed him, which was nice, but then Jughead-- well, needless to say by now Reggie's feeling some combination of confused, angry, and desperate to find someone else to get the bitter taste of that mistake out of his mouth, but really that's only part of why he starts to cup Clifford's face, leaning to kiss him. The other part is, well, The New Year's Magic™.
He blinks, hesitating before he gets too close, even if his hand is already halfway dug into this boy's red hair. ]
Uh...
[ His own brows quirk, also in confusion, and maybe also unease. Reggie's not sure why he's being so bold tonight, but for some reason he can't seem to control it. He tries to play it off: ]
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After midnight strikes, though, Reggie's been a bit adrift; Veronica kissed him, which was nice, but then Jughead-- well, needless to say by now Reggie's feeling some combination of confused, angry, and desperate to find someone else to get the bitter taste of that mistake out of his mouth, but really that's only part of why he starts to cup Clifford's face, leaning to kiss him. The other part is, well, The New Year's Magic™.
He blinks, hesitating before he gets too close, even if his hand is already halfway dug into this boy's red hair. ]
Uh...
[ His own brows quirk, also in confusion, and maybe also unease. Reggie's not sure why he's being so bold tonight, but for some reason he can't seem to control it. He tries to play it off: ]
What's wrong?