[ Reggie raises an eyebrow from over his soda can, almost as if to silently ask Magnus if he also wants a drink but not quite getting to that point-- the way Reggie figures it, the fridge is right there if Magnus gets thirsty.

Then, with a laugh: ]

Dude, your face is so red. You could give Archie's hair a run for its money. [ Smirking, Reggie doesn't move, letting Magnus be the one to move himself back and taking another sip of soda. ] Or Cheryl's, I guess... she's not really that intimidating, though, trust me. Unless you're intimidated by hot messes.

[ Which, well... maybe, going off of how easy it is to make Magnus blush. Or maybe making people blush is just one of Reggie's special skills. ]

But say no more. Peer pressure and booze are a pretty timeless combination.