The smile she forces becomes a real one, and he kisses the very tippy top of her head. "It's a real scourge. But I will carry you around the bar on my shoulders before the night's over. Birthday chariot style, if you want."
"You're WAY too nice to me, you should slap me," she insists, nodding along to her own statement because someone needs to agree with her. "I can't even FEEL it right now, slap me as hard as you can, fuckin' DO it."
βHi, bartender, can I get your biggest water.β He says instead, to the bartender, like Reggieβs request was in fact some kind of secret signal. And it kind of is.
"You're insane." Ares says with the utmost fondness. "Please stop hitting yourself. Or I'll have to pick you up after all. Air jail for the rest of your own party."
"What about the swooning?" Reggie's face goes mock-serious, which isn't that hard to do because real-serious is her default face. "You would incite a mass medical emergency and you're not even gonna get laid off it?"
THE BAR: Reggie & Ares
THE BAR: Reggie & Ares
"You think I could deadlift you?"
THE BAR: Reggie & Ares
"I mean. I'd let you try. It's your birthday."
THE BAR: Reggie & Ares
THE BAR: Reggie & Ares
THE BAR: Reggie & Ares
"See? Nothin'."
THE BAR: Reggie & Ares
THE BAR: Reggie & Ares