"Nailed iiiiiiit," Reggie sings out as she rolls onto the roof, very gracefully, and sits up with an entire twig in her hair. It's not clear when she acquired it. She squints at the young man next to her, head bobbing a little, awash in more liquor than she's had in at least two years. It's dark, her vision is not cooperating super well right now, and there's a lot of new faces to remember, so she... straight up cannot find this boy's name in her rolodex right now.

"Hi, hello, it's just lovely out here tonight—in-inci-incidentally, do I know your name?"