[ Being casually touchy-feely is something the two of them have in common, something that for Reggie can either mean simple, comfortable affection or sometimes a bit more than that, subconscious Intricate Rituals™ to touch certain people in those certain, specific, allowable ways-- for him, right now, it's hard to tell what this would fall under. They're just hanging out, but Reggie doesn't mind the closeness, even when it starts toeing past the line of strictly friendly closeness. That's okay when you're alone, and especially alone and tipsy.
Still, he's a bit too distracted to stop Archie from taking his beer, eyes first dropping to their briefly brushing hands, then raising to Archie's red, parted lips. Reggie breathes in slowly, leaning back so his head hits the wall, but then manages a smirk. ]
Dude, I wasn't done with that.
[ He doesn't grab the bottle back, but rather takes Archie's wrist loosely in his hand to tilt the bottle back toward himself. ]
why hello again 👀
Still, he's a bit too distracted to stop Archie from taking his beer, eyes first dropping to their briefly brushing hands, then raising to Archie's red, parted lips. Reggie breathes in slowly, leaning back so his head hits the wall, but then manages a smirk. ]
Dude, I wasn't done with that.
[ He doesn't grab the bottle back, but rather takes Archie's wrist loosely in his hand to tilt the bottle back toward himself. ]
Last one, but I guess we can share it.