[Magnus thinks pointlessly about hospitality rules again, and then thinks he's relieved Reggie doesn't offer him any boozy soda because he doesn't actually want to have to pretend to be good at drinking right now. he's less relieved because Archie and Reggie sharing shirts reminds him of something else Archie and Reggie apparently share, and the flush on his cheeks doesn't fade whatsoever, which Can't Be Helped Sometimes, but is still embarrassing]

[he doesn't quite get his bearings before Reggie is suddenly in his space, where Magnus doesn't really like other people to be, and placing Alex's shades on his face. he blinks, heartrate spiking at the proximity, and shuffles a step or two back]

Um. Uh -- [the pink cotton candy world is disorientingly familiar] -- Like lost-lost, yeah. There was this kind of, uh, intimidating girl Cheryl, and that nuts game, and peer pressure like in afterschool specials, and way too many alcoholic WcFrostys...

[Magnus loves sweets, especially crappy fast food ones, and maybe didn't realise that shotgunning a bunch of alcoholic milkshakes would, you know, get him completely hammered]

...aaand then I dropped my trunks and jumped in your pool. Trunks never recovered, possibly stolen by drunk teens or, I dunno, passing sea gulls.