IC CONTACT ➛ mask or menace.

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u do that and im skipping netflix to just put on wrestling the whole time
ur call

[couldbebeautiful]

Oh, hey, you're finally branching out from football, I'm proud of you despite myself.

[When Veronica knocks on Reggie's door about twenty minutes later, she does not have double-anchovy pizza. She does have a six-pack of beer, a box of meat-lovers' pizza, and an outfit that's just a blatant rip-off of Cyndi Lauper, because she likes riling him up too much to let it go.]

It's meat-lovers, before you ask.

[bragnificent]

[ He would have argued the point -- or maybe still does, even if she doesn't reply due to being on her way -- but not all that seriously; Reggie likes other sports well enough, but she's still not entirely wrong. Football is just... the best one??

But anyway.

He gets the door, wearing only a pair of black boxer-briefs and his letterman jacket, and reaches to take the pizza and beer after giving her outfit a very slow lookover and shaking his head. ]

Y'know, you are so lucky you're hot. Or else this 80s thing of yours might seriously be a turn-off.

[ He gives her a kiss anyway, because he's thoughtful like that. ]

[couldbebeautiful]

[She kisses back, mindful of the pizza between them, and smirks up at him. It's the kind of smirk that says she absolutely does not give a shit if her 80s thing turns him off or not.]

And you're lucky you're hot, or else I'd have taken this pizza and left just for that. [She steps inside, putting the pizza and drinks down on the nearest flat surface before she flops down on the couch, taking off the veil and bangles.] You seemed eager enough to rip it off me.

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie matches her smirk with one of her own, half one of those "you know you love it" sort of smirks, and half simply enjoying the feisty banter. Because he's used to it from her, of course, but also never really minded it that much to begin with-- obviously neither of them can really mean too much by any of the shit they always talk to each other, or else they wouldn't still be banging after all this time.

He brings the refreshments to the living room coffee table, setting them down before he flops down beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her close, resting his chin on her shoulder. ]

Always. And you never seem to mind all that much, so I guess it works out. [ He gropes for the TV remote, trying to move as little as possible. ] Though just once I wouldn't explain complain if you ever wanted to wear something I could take my time with.