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âI know, I know, I look damn good. Itâs the three day stuble and the day old clothes that really clinch it.â Reggie had just left work, eyes tired and head pounding. Work had been fine, getting out of the house, getting back on a regular schedule had been nice, but Reggie was finding it next to impossible to rest between getting back out into the world, looking for new ways to help the Order, jumping fully back into writing and performing music, and then a new girlfriend (girlfriend? kind of girlfriend? He wasnât sure where they were at with that yet) on top of all of it. âPlease tell me you have the worlds largest cup of coffee for me, I have a gig in twenty minutes and Iâm about to fall asleep on my feet, here.â Despite it all, somehow, Reggie managed to keep that goofy, charming smile on his face.
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August held out an unfortunately tiny takeaway cup in Reggieâs direction with a smile. âA double piccolo. Miniature, but youâll be bouncing off the walls.â He held another small cup in his other hand: his own coffee. When Reg mentioned that he was going to be playing an actual gig, August could barely contain his excitement. He had barraged Reg with questions: when and where and is it a big one or more casual and how much are tickets Iâll see if Mary wants to come with. It filled him with pride, seeing his friends succeed at what they loved mostâespecially when they were as talented as Reg.









