[ The odds are ridiculously slim, a fact which Reggie is also appreciating-- a big, new city in a big, new world, the same club on the same night, and it just happens to be Archie, a guy Reggie knows that he actually also likes.
Well, most of the time. But the point stands.
Still grinning, Reggie bites the corner of his lip for a moment contemplatively, then claps Archie's shoulder and starts pulling him toward the bar. ]
Well then, I guess it's your lucky night, my friend-- let's get you wasted. [ As if Reggie isn't also on his way there. ] Here, I have something to show you.
Two sodas!
[ Said to the bartender, as Reggie shoves Archie down in a seat without letting go of his arm yet, either. Shortly two glasses are put down in front of them, and after Reggie touches them both, he slides one toward Archie. ]
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Well, most of the time. But the point stands.
Still grinning, Reggie bites the corner of his lip for a moment contemplatively, then claps Archie's shoulder and starts pulling him toward the bar. ]
Well then, I guess it's your lucky night, my friend-- let's get you wasted. [ As if Reggie isn't also on his way there. ] Here, I have something to show you.
Two sodas!
[ Said to the bartender, as Reggie shoves Archie down in a seat without letting go of his arm yet, either. Shortly two glasses are put down in front of them, and after Reggie touches them both, he slides one toward Archie. ]
Okay, now taste it.