Rost and Reagan
As they were to most places, Rost and Greer and Devlin arrived at Zania Castell’s house a bit late. They all looked pretty good, in Rost’s humble opinion. He’d opted for his brightest, loudest prints with red and green in them, not caring that one of them turned out to be a Hawaiian shirt. It was kind of on theme! A Santa hat with elf ears topped it off, and he’d given his moustache jaunty curls on either side. As soon as they walked inside the house, Rost felt like he belonged. The decor was delightful, the magic was amazing, and since he’d pre-gamed with some liquor ahead of time, he was feeling really good. He’d brought along his guitar as well, in case anybody wanted to hear some carols later on.
Rost had been proud to introduce Greer and Dev to Zania and Nic, and he loved watching them be social throughout the room. There weren’t enough people there for it to feel crowded, but enough for there to be interesting people to talk to everywhere you turned. Rost saw Reagan at some point, but it wasn’t until the party had been underway a while that he made his way over to her in the living room, a fresh drink in his hand. “Hello,” he greeted with a gold-tooth smile. “Happy holiday, are you well?”
Reagan had spotted Rost and his friends at some point during the evening. She hadn't been sure he would want to talk to her, so she let him be. She was still drinking, but rather than feeling tired or morose, Reagan was feeling... good. Really good. It was like the heaviness of the past few weeks had lifted out of her mind and body. Even Caius seemed to be in a pretty good mood, or at least had been when he'd come to find her earlier and kiss her brainless for a few moments. That had been really nice. Reagan found it difficult not to grab him and find a private room to take advantage of. Maybe later.
She was standing by the front windows in the living room when Rost appeared at her side. Reagan was still sipping from her cup, watching the weather outside. It was still snowing, but it looked really pretty under the moonlight. That was a hard thing to accomplish on this street. Seaview might have been the bottom of the real estate barrel in Point Pleasant, but Ludlow was pretty fucking close. At some point her gaze had been drawn to a man standing across the street, staring right into the window, at her. He was no one she recognized, but there was something about him. He grinned at her and gave her a salute with one hand. Reagan noted he wasn't wearing a coat, but he didn't appear to be cold.
Rost's voice caused her to start and she blinked rapidly in surprise at him before smiling. "Hi. I'm... well, yes. Thanks. I'm..." Reagan glanced back outside, but the man was gone. She leaned in closer to the window to look down the street but saw nothing but snow. Exhaling softly Reagan turned away from the window to focus on Rost. "I'm fine. How are you? I love the shirt."
Rost followed her gaze out the window, peering curiously as Reagan leaned to try to see whatever she was trying to see. He wanted to ask once she straightened up again, but decided that would be too nosy. She looked kind of distracted, but not unhappy, and that was a good thing. Whatever was happening at the cemetery still worried and weighed on him, but this was a party, and Rost was determined to have a good time. He didn’t really blame her, he didn’t even know for sure if these new developments were related to whatever Reagan had done there. So many fucked up things happened in Point Pleasant. “I am well, yes,” he answered with a smile, glancing down at himself and chuckling. “Thank you. Is it Christmas in the tropics as well, yes? So why not. Did you meet my loves yet?”