Conversely, Reggie drinks a lot, enough that it barely occurs to him that this other boy may not even though they're both roughly the same age (that is to say, too young to be drinking legally); he just thinks he's supporting a job well done, which isn't something Reggie always bothers with when it comes to strangers... but here, everyone's a stranger. Which means also, unfortunately, water is not the first (or second) thing that's going to occur to him as necessary.

He does, however, tend to ask questions like that pretty often. Reggie is very fitness-minded, to put it one way.

"No shit, seriously?" The drink seems all the more well-deserved, then, although unlike a lot of other quasi-athletic feats, mechanical bull-riding can also be just as much a game of luck sometimes. "Sure, man, don't sweat it. I mean, they're practically giving them away."

Reggie shrugs, helping himself to another shot from the line of them on the counter.

"It's Reggie, by the way. And you are?"