Nic and Reagan
"Naw, she likes you, so it'd be more like a ferret or a squirrel. Maybe even a fuzzy little bunny," Nic laughed. Yep, he was drunk, but he was enjoying himself so who really cared? "I'll see what I can do," he said, his smile fading when Reagan touched him. She was cold. Not cold like him, but not hot like his sister. Like she should be. It was hard to suss out in his current state and his brow furrowed in confusion. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern forcing it's way through the haze.
She wasn't so sure Zania liked her that much, but things were definitely better now than they were before. Certainly things felt better between she and Zania than they did between Caius and Zania, but hopefully they could work that out so things wouldn't feel so tense next time they needed help. Reagan drew her hand from Nic's arm and smiled. "I'm fine. I'm having a good time." It occurred to her rather belatedly that Nic could figure out she was magic-less if he focused hard enough in the midst of the noise and alcohol, so Reagan brushed her hair back and lifted her drink to him in a toasting gesture. "I'm going to go give Caius his hat. But I'm sure I'll talk to you in a bit. Maybe I'll say hi to your lady friend."
"Okay," Nic said, though it didn't sit well with him. He'd have to think about it more later, when his head was clear and he could really focus. For now, she was going to go find Caius and possibly talk to Lem, which he was thinking he should go do as well. She looked so good in that ugly Christmas sweater and combat boots and he hadn't had the chance to tell her so yet. "You be nice to her," he smiled as he toasted Reagan back. "She bites."
Reagan's brows lifted and she smirked as she stepped away. "That's okay, so do I." She wasn't really worried about the smaller woman. Nic might date someone with an edge, but she didn't think he would ever date someone malicious. With the hat in hand, Reagan headed off to look for Caius. Hopefully he was enjoying himself because she wasn't quite ready to leave yet.