[ 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.
[a dry response and a slight joke Reggie won't get (unless Archie's told him that Magnus is, well, dead). Magnus pushes the shades up onto his forehead, making his long blond hair wing out wildly to either side]
Did you guys have parties like that all the time, back where you're from...?
[he cannot imagine them being anything but once a month. maybe once every two months, to let the embarrassments of the night properly fade into distant memory]
Nah. [ Shaking his head and taking another, longer sip. ] Not all the time... not really something you can usually get away with when everybody's parents are around. But, you know, whenever they go out of town, for example. And Jason's parents usually let him do wh--
[ Reggie abruptly stops talking, eyebrows knitting together as he frowns-- almost glowers, for a moment. Then he downs the rest of his soda, shakes the soda can to confirm it's empty, and crumples it in his hand.
He continues as if uninterrupted: ]
Or some of us have parents who don't really care what we do. Like Cheryl, for instance. Those come around a little more often, but they're not exactly ragers.
[Magnus doesn't know who Jason is; it's not a name he's heard off of Archie, yet. but from that sudden cut off, it's not a name he's going to be pressing for more information about, just yet]
[the world of parents-and-highschool is now a completely alien one for Magnus, so he searches for something to say for an obvious moment, before]
What are the degrees of wild teen party? Rager's at the top, I'm guessing.
[ If Reggie's relieved that Magnus doesn't ask about Jason, he doesn't show it; among other things he's good at, maintaining an emotional poker face is usually one of them. He just nods his head, holding up his hand to tick a list off his fingers. ]
Yep, ragers at the top-- basically like all the parties Archie and I have been throwing. Below that you have the ones parents might know about but don't butt into-- there'll usually still be drinks, games, and plenty of fooling around, but things don't get as crazy because the parents don't know there's booze. Or at least don't know just how many people are there drinking it. And below that you mostly have crap like proms, dances, and after-parties. You can drink and make-out, but you have to be a lot more clever about it since there's usually adults around chaperoning part of it.
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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.
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[a dry response and a slight joke Reggie won't get (unless Archie's told him that Magnus is, well, dead). Magnus pushes the shades up onto his forehead, making his long blond hair wing out wildly to either side]
Did you guys have parties like that all the time, back where you're from...?
[he cannot imagine them being anything but once a month. maybe once every two months, to let the embarrassments of the night properly fade into distant memory]
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[ Reggie abruptly stops talking, eyebrows knitting together as he frowns-- almost glowers, for a moment. Then he downs the rest of his soda, shakes the soda can to confirm it's empty, and crumples it in his hand.
He continues as if uninterrupted: ]
Or some of us have parents who don't really care what we do. Like Cheryl, for instance. Those come around a little more often, but they're not exactly ragers.
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[the world of parents-and-highschool is now a completely alien one for Magnus, so he searches for something to say for an obvious moment, before]
What are the degrees of wild teen party? Rager's at the top, I'm guessing.
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Yep, ragers at the top-- basically like all the parties Archie and I have been throwing. Below that you have the ones parents might know about but don't butt into-- there'll usually still be drinks, games, and plenty of fooling around, but things don't get as crazy because the parents don't know there's booze. Or at least don't know just how many people are there drinking it. And below that you mostly have crap like proms, dances, and after-parties. You can drink and make-out, but you have to be a lot more clever about it since there's usually adults around chaperoning part of it.
[ He does a sweeping gesture with his hand. ]
The more you know. Helpful?