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[bragnificent]

right
well, glad to hear it
i deal w/ enough crazy ppl in my life as it is

[ And, as he's getting ready, he probably sends back a few quasi-flirty responses to Michael's comments about his ass ( "its true but dont think im gonna put out again just over a little flattery ;P" ) (though he would, and has, and likely will again). Getting ready is a pretty easy process; Reggie mostly just needs to shower and change, and then do his hair. That'll take the longest.

He's combing the gel in when Michael knocks. Reggie gets the door, dressed nicely but casually for their intended night out in a tight black t-shirt and similarly tight jeans, his black eye faded by now to a dark smudge around his left eye; still there, but not quite so vivid to keep suffering wearing sunglasses indoors. He stares at Michael as if he's being offered flowers, blankly and in mild surprise, but he accepts the smirnoff and puts it inside; accepts the weed and pockets it, for now. ]

Uh. Thanks? [ He runs a hand through his hair, glancing at the smirnoff. ] So d'you wanna like, come inside, or should we just--?

[bloodprayer]

[ Michael isn't dressed half as well as Reggie, in some shitty plaid yellow number over a white tanktop and terrible mustard pants, but hey, clothes are clothes. Reggie doesn't look all that excited by his welcome back gifts, and Michael feels a brief flutter of panic in his chest as he wonders if he's done something wrong. He figured Reggie would love some free booze, partially because of how into vodka he was the other night and partially because Michael sucked at getting real drinks before and figured this might lead to a compliment on what a cool dude he's becoming, and his boss sold him a pretty strong sales pitch on why weed is better than any money he could've earned from overtime. But.

Whatever? It is what it is. If he's coming on too strong, he doesn't notice. He never does, not completely. He takes a deep breath, rubs his shoulder to ease out some of the tension and smiles at Reggie, big and wide. ]

I'll totally come inside. [ He stands on his toes to look over Reggie's shoulder, curious about the inside of his place and maybe just a little bit interested in creeping through his shit. Thankfully, he realizes that Reggie wasn't really extending an invitation so much as just being polite, so he drops his feet flat against the ground again, not really sure what to do next. Kind of hard to game someone into liking you when you don't know what they want. ]

Or - maybe we should go hang out? And... you can invite me back later tonight? If you want to?

[ Said - with - cautious optimism? ]

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie lingers in the doorway while he waits for Michael to answer, not necessarily opposed to the idea of pre-gaming a little here before they go out, but also trying to suss out Michael's intentions a bit more. He does like the gifts, but what are they really for? He's surprised by the fact Michael brought anything at all.

But maybe he shouldn't be. Michael is awkward, though strangely endearing, and somehow charming at times because of it. He says you can invite me back later tonight if you want to and Reggie raises his eyebrow, grinning at him a bit more openly. ]

Yeah. Maybe later you can come inside. We'll see.

[ That might be innuendo, or it might not be. Reggie steps outside and shuts the door behind him before Michael can peek in any more (not that there's much of interest to see from the front door), casually slapping Michael on the ass as he walks past towards his car. ]

Depends on how well you'll be able to keep up tonight.