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This old thing?

[She gestures to the rest of the outfit, pretending she doesn't know damn well he was referring to the jacket and not the outfit. It's not old, she bought some of this stuff a few days ago on a whim. She hadn't thought to throw them all together like this before today, but hey, if it annoys the hell out of Reggie then she'll wear this outfit every day and get her hair permed, a la Farrah Fawcett. She smirks a little up at him, daring and even a little bit flirty.]

I dug it out from the back of my closet. I don't get to wear it often, it's pretty easily ripped. [Is that a line? She steps closer, pokes his chest with her finger.]

You really ought to be nicer more often. Although—I'm pretty sure trying to bottle up your bitchiness might be bad for your health.

[ Now it's only one of Reggie's eyebrows that's quirked sharply upward, as if he can't quite believe what he's hearing. What that a line? From--

His smirk broadens as he cocks his head slightly to one side in appraisal. This is getting fun already. ]

No, obviously that old thing you should be wearing as infrequently as possible. As in you probably shouldn't even be wearing it now.

[ Speaking of lines.

The outfit is definitely one that Reggie does find absolutely horrible and tacky, but Veronica herself is another story; she's pretty, actually, which is a hard observation for Reggie to ignore when she's this close to him. The only other time they've been close like this was a few months back at one of his parties, when they'd made out (or did they almost make out? Reggie was too drunk at the time to still remember much of what happened) during the candy bracelet game.

(That time Reggie had been the one wearing something stupid, although he'd still argue it was less so than Veronica's current ensemble.)

He coaxes her chin to tilt a bit further upward with his finger, before his hand moves back from there to cup the side of her face, to give her hair a couple of experimental strokes. ]

And let's be honest, Veronica-- there's a big difference between doing something the nice way and doing it the right way. I think we both know that.

[ Which is apparently his cue to put his free hand on her ass. ]

[It's—

Listen, it's been a while. Months, in fact, mostly because Veronica had been sorting her own shit out and dodging her ghosts. They're not here now, which is good, because nothing kills the mood faster than a couple of hallucinations keeping up a running commentary. Her breath catches in her throat as he tilts her head up, and almost without thought her hand drifts up to his bicep. Just to touch.

And then his hand is on her ass and okay, fine, she's just going to roll with this! One hand fists into his shirt, the other one on his bicep turns appreciative, into something she uses to pull herself up a little more so she can just crash her lips against his, messy and hot and wet and maybe she hasn't been pre-gaming that much, but there's a little bit of alcohol on her breath. And mint toothpaste.

She breaks away, says:] You wanna do this the right way, Mantle? Take my clothes off. [Who knew such a small girl could be bossy?]

[ For Reggie it's only been weeks, but it has been months since he's done anything like this with someone else-- something that Reggie had actually not minded as much as he'd thought he would when he and Archie had first started "dating," but now...

But now, this feels good, it feels so good, touching someone different, someone new. He wasn't bored, before, he wasn't desperate for anything like this, but now that he's alone again he can remember how nice it can also be having that variety, new and/or meaningless experiences, mindless fun with people he has no obligation to actually care about beyond having a good time together.

Reggie's hand grips Veronica's ass a bit more firmly, his other other digging itself into her thick hair, and he catches her mouth in another aggressive kiss that on his side also has undertones of alcohol (and Red Bull) flavoring it. He makes an appreciate but combative noise against her mouth, not a groan so much as it's almost a growl.

Her bossiness is obnoxiously hot, but it comes as no surprise; that's something he usually finds hot in girls, so this could actually work out. Reggie likes that she's small, too-- it's easy to herd her backwards, press her to the wall as his hand travels from her ass down her thigh. He pulls back from the kiss, watching her expression. ]

What was that? You want me to rip 'em off? That's not the worst idea you've had.

[His hand digs into her hair and wow, okay, she's into that. She's known she's been into that since JD, it's just, shit. God—she moans, a little, into his mouth, at the tug on her hair and the grip on her ass. A keening noise rises in her throat when he backs her into a wall and breaks the kiss, but she strangles that because she has to have a little bit of dignity here.

There's a touch of defiant haughtiness in her look, when she looks up at him. The hand that had fisted itself in his shirt now wanders downward so she can also cop a feel of his ass. You know, just to make things fair.]

I'm full of good ideas. [There's a touch of irony in those words. She's well aware she isn't, and that this one is probably not the best idea, but like? Fuck it.] I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out, what do I have to do, say it a third time? Rip my fucking clothes off—

[ Normally Reggie would try to say something clever right about now, meet her sass with even more of his own, but all he manages when his lips part again is a more proper groan this time. If he was a different kind of person he might feel more guilty for being as into this as he is, how much he missed this-- the rough, aggressive passion and freedom that only a no (or at least low) stakes hook-up can really provide.

It's just different.

He rocks his hips backwards against her squeezing hand -- does he like that? Yes, yes he does -- and, for lack of an immediate witty rejoinder, simply smirks at her before he puts a hand on her shirt, bracing his weight against hers and the wall with his other hand so that he doesn't need both to tear her shirt open; just one, and his teeth. ]

Now usually I might say "bill me for 'em," but this is definitely already a major improvement.

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