[ Alex for some reason doesn't seem to be responding to the natural charms of Reggie's muscles, so instead of going ahead and flexing anyway, he sits in one of the chairs opposite her and puts his feet up on the corner of the table between them. One ankle over the other.
He sips his champagne again, which he could have sworn was almost empty a couple seconds ago but-- he's not unhappy to be wrong, in this case. ]
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[ Alex for some reason doesn't seem to be responding to the natural charms of Reggie's muscles, so instead of going ahead and flexing anyway, he sits in one of the chairs opposite her and puts his feet up on the corner of the table between them. One ankle over the other.
He sips his champagne again, which he could have sworn was almost empty a couple seconds ago but-- he's not unhappy to be wrong, in this case. ]
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