Nic and Reagan
"I can do that," Nic grinned, then pressed his hands together, rubbing them slowly in a circle before pulling them apart. Between them weaved the fur trim of the hat, the green slowly appearing the farther he pulled his hands apart. Some things took a lot of work, but a Santa hat? It wasn't like it needed to smell a certain way, or taste like anything other than cardboard. All that mattered was the look and the feel and he had a few around the room as inspiration. He talked as he worked, refining it with a little smile, not at all worried about who in the room might see. "Ugh. Family all day. Kill me now," he snickered. "I'm good. Really good. Like, I feel like there's so much shit going on that I shouldn't be, but I also feel like I'm in a really good place with really good people. Maybe the Christmas spirit's just gotten to me and it'll all fade with the new year, but I hope not."
"Wow, you sound drunk," Reagan said, watching Nic work. There was a deep pang in her chest that he was using magic so easily and she couldn't even get a goddamn light to flicker in her hand. It made her want to knock back whatever was left in her cup and fill it to the brim again. Drink until she passed out, screw it if everyone witnessed it. "It's good that you feel good," she added. "Getting laid on a regular basis always helps with my mood." Since that Lem woman was here, Reagan had to assume they were still together. Or at least still sleeping together. And if Nic was happy then she was happy for him. Things were never all that easy for him.
"I am drunk," Nic laughed. "A little, at least. Not, like, completely wasted." He was at that point where everything was fun and funny, but not to the point where he wanted to pass out on the couch. It was a good, happy place to be and it he felt it starting to slip, then he might just go out back and get high. He was willing to bet that Lem would join him. "Is it that obvious?" he grinned. "Or did she tell you herself?" Either one was possible. They weren't going out of their way to hide what they had, even if he still wasn't sure what to call it. Was Lem his girlfriend? It felt like it, but labels also felt like walls and neither of them liked feeling caged.
Reagan knew she wasn't completely wasted because she was just on her feet. But she was hoping to get to that funny and fun place too. The alcohol just kept making her feel numb, and Reagan supposed that wasn't the worst thing in the world. "It's obvious," Reagan said with a smile before arching a brow. "I mean, I saw you at the gala with her, and... your body language gave it away. I can't figure out if she's your type or not, but I don't think it's a bad thing if she didn't. She's so little." Reagan squinted across the room at the other woman. "But she looks like she could kick your ass too."
"She totally could," Nic grinned. It was something he liked about Lem; she was tiny, but she was a firecracker and she'd totally kick his ass if she felt like she had to. Nic would never put her in that position, but still... "I dunno if I have a type. Not physically, at least. I mean, I like that she's smaller than me, but that's not hard to achieve," he laughed lightly. At six foot tall, most girls were smaller than him, but Lem was especially petite. "I think it's more that she gets me. All of me. The dark and the light." It felt a little too introspective for the moment, but that came easier when he'd been drinking.
Reagan groaned softly into her drink. "Gods, you're going to start writing poetry, aren't you?" She was mostly teasing. Maybe more than anyone Reagan could understand where he was coming from. Maybe Nic was lucky to find someone who saw both sides and still wanted to be with him. People could be very, very messy. "Does Zania approve?" Not that it mattered if she didn't, but the two were close and lived together. Reagan couldn't imagine Zan being thrilled with Nic's relationship if she didn't like the girl. "Or I guess, it should be... does she like Lem? What do you think about the animal man?"