Reagan and Caius
Caius didn’t know Nic very well either, much less the type of woman he liked to date. In fact, this was the first woman he could remember seeing the guy with, but he admittedly didn’t pay much attention. It was an interesting choice to bring to an event like this. But the Castell children had always been counter-culture rebels, hadn’t they? To an annoying degree sometimes. Zania’s date was at least better looking and more cleaned up. Amused -- and with a tiny spark of jealousy in his stomach, an old but familiar feeling -- he arched a brow at his wife. “Can you? Should I be jealous?” It was a light and teasing question because he knew better, but still. He could see the appeal in the big handsome black man himself. “Animals, hm? Interesting. Did they sing and clean her house, or just make a mess of the yard?”
Reagan turned her face to try and seek out Zania's date. She thought she spotted him but there were too many people in the way to know for sure. Her lips twitched. "Are you ever jealous, Caius?" she asked, mostly teasing. She honestly couldn't even remember the last date she went on before she and Caius took that trip to Anguilla. Maybe she should have done more of it... dating. Just to drive him as crazy as he drove her. "I'm not sure if they cleaned her house, but I think I remember hoping a bird would crap in her hair." It was a mean thought at the time, but Reagan had been stressed out from what was happening with Caius, and the wayward love spell and Zania's phone call that morning hadn't helped matters at all. "Do you think Zania would care if I asked him to dance later?"
Caius had certainly been jealous in the past, insanely so, but he’d always been adept at showing it in probably-underhanded ways. The two of them had had some epic fights in their history, but they weren’t the types to degrade themselves with screaming matches. He felt secure now though. Reagan was his, and vice versa, and that would never change again. They’d overcome more than any ‘normal’ couple could fathom, and Caius would die before he lost Reagan again. His head tilted back with a laugh at the mental image of a bird shitting in Zania’s hair -- it was petty, but who cared. “With the way you look tonight, I think she would positively burn up with envy,” he said smoothly, smirking at his wife. “I might ask the same about Nic’s date, but honestly I’m not sure she’s graduated high school yet.”
"By all means, ask the fourteen year old to dance. I won't mind," Reagan said with a smirk of her own. She didn't really feel threatened by any women anymore, let alone Nic's date. Reagan wasn't even jealous of Zania at this point. It was just that the past sometimes resurfaced in unpleasant ways, making it hard for Reagan to shake it completely loose. She wished she had her wine glass in her hand again. It was fun to talk about those around them, to be mildly petty in a way that usually made her feel better. But honestly, she couldn't help but remind herself that Zania and Nic still had their magic. They were more Caius's equal now than she was and it was going to drive her crazy the longer she thought about it. What if his magic was tempted to seek out another like him? What if he missed that connection to the point where he couldn't ignore it anymore? Reagan closed her eyes briefly and then leaned in to press her lips just below his ear. "I wouldn't trade this for anything, but I sometimes miss the days when we would do whatever it took to drive the other insane with jealousy. It always had a rather satisfying payoff."