Reagan and Caius
Considering their rivalry and Reagan’s jealousy, Caius was a little surprised she hadn’t noticed Zania’s tone when speaking to him the last time they were all together. Maybe he was blowing it out of proportion, but he didn’t think so. “She just seemed fairly hostile toward me the last time we were there,” he said. She also hadn’t really checked on him or anything while his memories were gone and he’d been so lost. Caius hadn’t reached out to her either, but he’d been the one in distress, so it just seemed like she was unhappy with him for whatever reason. Not that he was losing sleep over it, he was just less inclined to do her any favors. Caius arched an eyebrow at Reagan slightly. “You two seemed to have worked through your differences, though.”
Reagan snorted derisively. "Hardly.” Aware of how she sounded, Reagan paused and regrouped, blaming the wine in her head for her tone. It was just an evening of irritants, she supposed. Her voice was slightly more calm when she spoke again. "I think we've learned how to be civil to each other, but I wouldn't say we've worked through everything." Her fingers brushed along the nape of Caius's neck, playing idly with his dark hair. "She came to see me after you had lost your memories because you went to her on your birthday. If she's hostile to you, it may just be because she's finally grown tired of being my substitute." Reagan knew the two of them hadn't slept together that night, but that didn't mean Caius didn't try. She didn't ask though, because she didn't want to know.
Caius barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes, not wanting Reagan to take that the wrong way. Yes, he’d gone to Zania for comfort, because she was the only woman he really remembered being involved with who he still knew. Yes, he’d wanted some of that comfort to be physical, but if any of them could’ve been in his head at the time, they would’ve understood. Caius just didn’t think he could explain it properly to either of them, and now definitely wasn’t the time to try. He huffed a little sigh out through his nose and tossed a brief glance around. He didn’t spot Zania either, but he had earlier and knew she was attending with a new man on her arm, someone Caius had never seen before.
“Well she was always a poor one,” he murmured with an air of dismissal, his eyes coming back to Reagan’s. “You outshine every woman I’ve ever seen. Speaking of the Castells though ... did you get a look at Nic’s date?” A faint smirk crossed his face, and he slowly turned them in their dance. Nic and the strange little creature he’d brought were visible off to the side of the dancefloor. The girl was wearing something that looked like it was once a big-skirted prom dress, dyed black for some cheap gothic nightmare bride. She looked about fifteen to him, even with her head practically shaved and lots of dark makeup. Caius didn’t know her either.
It always amused Reagan how deftly Caius was able to change the subject when talking about something undesirable. It was like he could see ahead and divert things before everything went south. It annoyed her as well, but she was perhaps just drunk enough that the distraction was one that took hold and Reagan smirked softly, though she didn't turn to look for Nic or even Zania. She had already seen them tonight, and had seen who they were there with. Strangers, to Reagan, though she recalled Zania telling her about the man she was seeing. "I saw. I didn't exactly strike her as Nic's type, but then I realized I don't really know his type. I'm sure my mother is aghast though, but I'm not sure what else she would expect from the Castells. Zania's date sent her animals... the morning the love spell went haywire. Like she was some kind of Disney Princess." A giggle erupted in her throat. "I can see his appeal though."