[ ( cw: underage drinking ) As far as welcomes go, a New Year's party is far from the worst kind one could have. Reggie has had a pretty rough year, too, although as far as he knows New Year's should still be a couple months away. He's already gone ahead and chosen to "accept" all this as just being a weird, slightly unsettling dream, because he doesn't want to think too hard about the uncomfortable experience of feeling like he was dragged through the woods and then waking up in a strange house. Nope.
Whatever. He's not going to say no to bottomless champagne, especially when the speakeasy he works at back home is technically a dry one; a guy's gotta indulge occasionally. And Reggie, already being a rather confident and lively guy, is affected by the bubbles quite quickly. He's very forthcoming with the compliments, saying things like: ]
You look like someone with some moves. Am I wrong?
[ Or maybe something more direct, like about their muscular arms or pretty eyes, probably punctuated with a wink or, if they're a guy, a slap on the ass (because that's how bros roll). Regardless, he'll finish up with: ]
I'm Reggie. Who're you?
➺ happy new year
[ 3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!
It hits fast, but Reggie barely notices. Stuck in a strange place on New Year's Eve with champagne and a group of people who seem just as sans-plus-1 as he is, it seems only natural the instinct would be to turn around and kiss whoever's within react when the clock strikes midnight. Reggie likes kissing people enough not to question the impulse.
He'll meet their eyes first, eyebrows raising in a wordless request for permission, but it won't be long before he's cupping someone's face.
Or, you know, come at him. He won't be trying to fight, but he can fight if he has to. It's either slobberin' or clobberin' time. ]
➺ wildcard
[ Choose your own adventure! Feel free to just throw me a starter, or PM / hit me up at reggiemantle if you'd rather discuss it! ]
reggie mantle | riverdale
[ ( cw: underage drinking ) As far as welcomes go, a New Year's party is far from the worst kind one could have. Reggie has had a pretty rough year, too, although as far as he knows New Year's should still be a couple months away. He's already gone ahead and chosen to "accept" all this as just being a weird, slightly unsettling dream, because he doesn't want to think too hard about the uncomfortable experience of feeling like he was dragged through the woods and then waking up in a strange house. Nope.
Whatever. He's not going to say no to bottomless champagne, especially when the speakeasy he works at back home is technically a dry one; a guy's gotta indulge occasionally. And Reggie, already being a rather confident and lively guy, is affected by the bubbles quite quickly. He's very forthcoming with the compliments, saying things like: ]
You look like someone with some moves. Am I wrong?
[ Or maybe something more direct, like about their muscular arms or pretty eyes, probably punctuated with a wink or, if they're a guy, a slap on the ass (because that's how bros roll). Regardless, he'll finish up with: ]
I'm Reggie. Who're you?
➺ happy new year
[ 3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!
It hits fast, but Reggie barely notices. Stuck in a strange place on New Year's Eve with champagne and a group of people who seem just as sans-plus-1 as he is, it seems only natural the instinct would be to turn around and kiss whoever's within react when the clock strikes midnight. Reggie likes kissing people enough not to question the impulse.
He'll meet their eyes first, eyebrows raising in a wordless request for permission, but it won't be long before he's cupping someone's face.
Or, you know, come at him. He won't be trying to fight, but he can fight if he has to. It's either slobberin' or clobberin' time. ]
➺ wildcard
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reggiemantle if you'd rather discuss it! ]