Reagan & Viola | Evening; Directly after her dance with Luke | Town Circle
Reagan was still reeling, both literally and figuratively, following her impromptu dance with Luke, and goodness did she need a drink. She pushed her way to the edge of the dance floor to cut a line for the vendor for a fresh cup of ale, still windblown from the way he'd lifted her, her cheeks still glowing with color.
She handed the man behind the counter her money and took her beverage with both hands, turning to look around her and marvel, not for the first time, at how alive Glynn was today. This, she decided, was a blessed distraction from thinking about Lukas Fox. It was from the corner of her eye that she caught glimpse of a purple dress, and she tilted her whole head to regard it with a far less subtle once-over than she would normally have given about, say, two or three cups of drink ago... which was to say that she was openly eyeing it up and down when the woman wearing it caught her.