Reagan & Lachlan | Night | Town Circle
Reagan might as well have sung his praises, for all the good her declaration was about him being awful. Lachlan grinned again, perhaps even wider than when she had complimented the flowers, and placed a hand over his heart as if he was truly touched. And in some roundabout way he was, even if only in Reagan’s literally backhanded way.
“I’m already done, I was waiting for you,” Lachlan quipped as he held his empty cup out for Reagan’s critical inspection. Having proven his point, Lachlan absentmindedly set the cup down beside hers, and encircled her hand in his much larger one. “I need to be reminded of nothing. When I see a proper lady, I’ll be sure to ask her to dance in the right way.” Despite the jest, Lachlan was not about to mishandle Reagan and give her more ammunition, and drew her closer with a gentleness not entirely in line with his current state of intoxication.