Nic and Reagan
Most of the parties that Nic attended weren't really his thing. They were galas or charity events, posh people that looked down their nose at him while wondering what he was doing with his life. They were impossible to relax at because he trusted approximately none of them. This was not one of those parties. He'd never before been in a room filled with so many people that he liked and felt free to let go around. Some of them were witches, some were something he could only describe as other, and some were just human, but all of them knew what Nic and his sister were. It gave them a freedom that he usually only found around family, if his family had been a little more wild.
It was early in the evening, but he'd already had quite a bit to drink, making his cheeks just a little bit rosy and his smile wider than normal. He sat perched on the back of the sofa, watching the group for a moment. They were so diverse that he wasn't sure they'd have been brought together for any other reason, but that was what made it fun. These were his people, this weird little group, and having them around filled him with the joy that the season was known for.
For once Reagan felt out of place at a party. While Nic was uncomfortable at charity events and galas, Reagan was usually right at home there, even if she didn't like the people around her. But now, surrounded by strange people and other witches, she felt like an imposter. Usually she would be able to tamp down on her emotions but she had been drinking long before she and Caius arrived at Zania's, and she was continuing to drink, making it difficult for her to control much of anything. It was difficult knowing Caius could walk into this room and feel the magic brimming from the house, and the other witches. She felt nothing. Well, except for the pleasant buzz coursing through her thanks to the whiskey sour in her hand.
After refilling her glass she spotted Nic and wandered over to join him, amused at his choice of clothes. "You look festive," Reagan said as her gaze wandered up and down his body. "I couldn't even get Caius to put on a Santa hat." Not that they owned one, but she didn't think he would have regardless.
"We should make him one," Nic grinned. "A neon green one with white fluff and 'Grinch' in bright red letters." He could already picture it in his mind, the texture of the fabric, the way it should feel when touched. It would be easy to create out of nothing at this point, as deep as he already was in his magic, with the winter solstice feeding him. Unfortunately, Caius likely had a stick too far up his ass to consider wearing it. "I'm surprised you came. This doesn't seem like your scene. Are you having fun?"
Reagan snickered into her cup, trying to imagine Caius's face if she gave him a hat like that. Maybe she could get him to wear it at home, naked. "He might not wear it, but I think we should make him one anyway." She sipped from her cup and glanced around the house. She had recognized a few of the O'Reilly's, which surprised her, since she rarely saw him out and about. One of them was very tall and... large in a muscular way. Her gaze kept returning to him out of his interest. There was no desire there, just the fun of looking. Reagan tore her gaze away from the man and back to Nic, her dark brow raising. "I needed to get out of the house," she explained. "And we're going to be stuck with family all day on Christmas, so... why not? Besides, I haven't talked to you in a while. How are you?"