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Well, I haven't brought any girls home recently. And guys don't really notice that kind of thing, Veronica.

[ Like, when they're over as... friends... but anyway, the point stands. Maybe it's worth letting Veronica know he hasn't (well, mostly hasn't) been with anyone else since this whole "break" started. If she asked, Reggie might also tell her he hasn't been with anyone else since they started seeing-- well, screwing each other, but only if she asked. It's nothing they'd agreed to, it just...

Well, that's how it'd worked out.

Reggie doesn't really know what he wants or why, but he's become more aware lately that while fun and easy might pass the time, it's not as satisfying as it used to be. Maybe because the novelty of casual, no-strings-attached hooking up usually wears off eventually. Maybe because Reggie has more feelings than he likes to pretend he does. Or maybe because this world is already lonely enough.

Who knows. But maybe it doesn't even matter. ]

I don't only play football, y'know. I play basketball, too. Croquet's sorta like golf, right? [ He wants to kiss her, but instead looks around the store, moving his arm off her. ] Should I get a table?

Losing your touch with the ladies?

[The thing is, she hasn't seen anyone since this whole—thing between them started, either. The furthest she's gotten is checking out a few other people, and of course that kiss with Jughead, but with him gone she supposes that doesn't really count anymore. It's just how it worked out, she supposes. Or maybe even when she's in a casual relationship, she can't not let her feelings creep into it.

Not that she'll let herself think on what feelings have crept in. It doesn't need examining, because if she does look closer she might run away like she did before. If she does look closer she'll have to—fuck, she'll have to talk about her last relationship, and look how that one ended.]

Kind of. It involves balls and holes, same as golf, it should be easy to pick up on. [Looking up at him with the straightest face imaginable, like she's just daring him to say something about that.] It's a little bit different, though.

[He moves his arm off her, and she straightens back up, suddenly aware that, uh, yeah, they did just kind of lean into each other in a public setting.] Yeah, you should. Make sure to get a good place, all right?

If it involves balls and holes then I think I can figure it out.

[ Is that a double-entendre? Well, this is Reggie, so of fucking course it is. But he also has no room to give her too much shit for croquet, considering he just admitted to knowing how golf is played. Two good ol' country club classics.

He notes the way she straightens her posture after he pulls away, wondering if she's missing his arm already or if she's trying to shake the feeling off. No point in worrying about it, though. He simply shakes his head. ]

With one lady, maybe. For now.

[ And that's all he says further on the subject, winking at her before he turns to go claim them a table. Smooth, Mantle. Maybe that one will land, though; for now of course usually comes with the added subtext of but hopefully not for long. ]

Good luck with her, then, she might just be smart enough to see through your jock bullshit.

[She's got an idea who it might be, but that doesn't mean she'll make it easy on him. Or on herself, either, still muddling through her own teen angst bullshit. But she turns back to the cashier and orders the pizzas, then two Cokes. This right here, this sort-of date-shaped thing, this is a normal thing to do with your fuckbuddy-turned-possible something else, right? Right. As long as she doesn't call it a date it's not a date. It's just. A thing.

She's vaguely aware that she might be in over her head, here, but then this wouldn't be the first time that Veronica Sawyer has ever been in over her head. At least this time no one's died and she hasn't needed to cover up their deaths.

She gets the Cokes, first, and a number stand of 10. She walks off to wherever Reggie's gone, carrying the tray with the ease of someone who's been working a waitress job for longer than a few months, by now.]

The pizzas are coming later, but for now—have you really not been bringing any girls home lately? What happened, did you accidentally kick a puppy on video and it went viral?

Um... [ She knows he meant her, right? Reggie hesitates, then laughs in what's probably a mildly unconvincing way. ] Okay, fine. You got me.

[ Time to back track, clearly, although Reggie's not sure where that leaves him. Is it better to lie and act like he's still been getting tons of action lately -- would that help by taking some pressure off her, or would that just help underline whatever her reasons are for considering him undateable? -- or to maintain his story but admit that any action he's gotten has technically not been at his place. Or with a girl, for that matter. Can he tell her that, though?

He takes one of the cokes from the tray, taking a gulp from it not unlike he were trying to down a shot, then shrugging as nonchalantly as he can manage; he's mostly successful, though it's certainly forced. ]

I have had a date or two in my car. And on my car. We never actually made it back home, if you get my meaning. But not with any-- [ Reggie pauses, then sips his coke again. ] ... --body that you know.

[ Apparently that's the best he can do for now. ]

What about you? Doing anyone new lately?

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