#r.reggie09

"You make a cute serial killer." Rusty laughs, nudging Reggie with the toe of his boot. He'd been the mastermind behind the triad's costumes, insisting that it was easy enough to dress up as the main cast of Scream- and that it'd be funny, truly, if it was Jack, the largest of them, dressed as the comparatively diminutive Sidney. It's while they're settled into a seat somewhere, Rusty sipping at a beer and absently munching at pumpkin cookies, that he takes the time to flirt, nudging Rusty with the toe of his boot. "I knew I could find something to do with that paint kit, shoulda known it was gonna be fake blood." Tattooed fingers reach forward to push a strand of Reggie's hair back into place. "I'm officially crampin' Sissy's style if I'm hanging around, so I think I'm all you an' Jack's this evenin'- oh. Right." He adjusts, pulling the older into a slow kiss for a moment- before tacking on what he'd remembered. "If you see Duck and Wren in the same place, you distract Duck. I know he makes you nervous what with all the everything he is. But you just gotta suffer a conversation long enough Wren can book it so he don't see 'er showin' off the candyshop." He grins wider, places a cookie in Reggie's mouth a moment later. "Okay. that was the trick, enjoy your treat. The treat that ain't me, of course."

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"I'm comin', I'm comin' keep your goddamn pants on!" It's a shout from somewhere in the house proper, the sound of shuffling, rustling, and banging before the deadbolt on the door to the Boone place slides out again, and a rather disheveled looking Rusty appears in the frame. "Oh- Hey darlin!" He brightens visibly when he realizes it's Reggie- leaning up on his toes to steal a kiss- and then swearing under his breath. "Did I forget about date night!? I didn't did I?" The living room is in clear disarray, multiple desks and a number of things that are clearly not Rusty's strewn around. "I offered t' get the office cleaned up and set up for that kids so Cyan could get Sis outta the house for a little while- didn't think about how much work that'd be- the boy's got more cables attached to 'im than sense, I swear." He sighs, crossing tattooed arms over his chest absently. "Well, come in, come in, big guy- If you can find a place t' sit, you're welcome to it- I'll grab us somethin' t' drink- fruit juice alright?" He skirts around piles of neon-colored laundry adorned with Kanji and ducks into the kitchen, a pile of skinny jeans flying out into the main living room area. "I tell ya, he doesn't even live here yet." He shakes his head. "How was work?" He questions, as he reappears, handing over a glass of apple juice and sitting himself on the edge of one of the two desks askew in his living area with his own.

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