( on some level, he’s aware that he’s in dangerous waters and wading deeper. that maybe there’s a tell in the slow inhale and how reggie repels away. he swears, for a second, that he was looking at his mouth. but then it’s gone, replaced by a smirk, in the easy way that everything slips away with the help of alcohol. almost timeless, fragmented; it’s not like he’s able to stick with any one thing, quickly bouncing onto the next.
and then he objects eventually without any real bite behind it. )
Uh. Yeah, my bad. ( archie mouth curves upward, filled with mirth, a tiny thrill. he doesn’t name it. but there’s a sneaking suspicion that it has as much to do with reggie’s fingers curled around his wrist, guiding the bottle ( and his hand respectively ) back to his mouth. he keeps it tipped, lets him have his fill and doesn't wrench his hand away. curiosity gets the better of him when he lowers the beer to hear reggie speak. ) That's pretty generous, man.
( mocking or serious, does it matter? without skipping a beat, he pulls another sip for himself. a short one, deliberately measured. he's also not complaining if those fingers are still on his bare skin. swallowing unhurriedly, watching him, he idly taps the neck of the bottle with his finger. )
Guess that means you get the rest. ( it's not comfortable, having his wrist turned this way and that. it's what he reasons, anyway, when he turns in place and sets a knee on either side of reggie's ( hovering over him ) to offer him the rest of the beer. he doesn't mean to push the mouthpiece flush to his lips but since he does, archie laughs somewhat breathlessly and weaves a bit. he tries for balance with his other hand, reaching blindly in the air. ) Here. Take it.
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and then he objects eventually without any real bite behind it. )
Uh. Yeah, my bad. ( archie mouth curves upward, filled with mirth, a tiny thrill. he doesn’t name it. but there’s a sneaking suspicion that it has as much to do with reggie’s fingers curled around his wrist, guiding the bottle ( and his hand respectively ) back to his mouth. he keeps it tipped, lets him have his fill and doesn't wrench his hand away. curiosity gets the better of him when he lowers the beer to hear reggie speak. ) That's pretty generous, man.
( mocking or serious, does it matter? without skipping a beat, he pulls another sip for himself. a short one, deliberately measured. he's also not complaining if those fingers are still on his bare skin. swallowing unhurriedly, watching him, he idly taps the neck of the bottle with his finger. )
Guess that means you get the rest. ( it's not comfortable, having his wrist turned this way and that. it's what he reasons, anyway, when he turns in place and sets a knee on either side of reggie's ( hovering over him ) to offer him the rest of the beer. he doesn't mean to push the mouthpiece flush to his lips but since he does, archie laughs somewhat breathlessly and weaves a bit. he tries for balance with his other hand, reaching blindly in the air. ) Here. Take it.