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[reggiellewellyn]

What do they want to do when they retire?

"Absolutely nothing at all. Isn't that the whole point of retirement? Just lazing around being free of the shackles of work. Sounds like bliss to me."

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"Some of the friends I've had? I'd fully expect it," Reggie tells her, the subject making him think back to Street and all the red flags of poor friendship he had ignored just because he had deemed him to be his best friend once upon a time.

"That's still a pain though. How hard is it to send a text, you know?"

@adrianahqs

at his question, adriana had to think through it a little bit since she wasn't exactly sure if she can even consider them as her friend, but they wouldn't categorize as a date either. shrugging her shoulder a little, she answered, " the latter i guess? it would've been better if it was the first though. you wouldn't expect a friend to do such a thing to you if they're really your friend, would you? " // @reggiellewellyn

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"I've got to hope so or else it's going to feel weird for me every time I listen to The Sweet Escape and I love that tune."

In his eyes (and ears) it was a timeless banger. He wouldn't let the church suck the fun out of that too.

At her question, he shrugs like he doesn't get how she's surprised he didn't get Conclave.

"It felt convoluted to me. Is that the right word? Fancy talk for confusing. I was definitely confused while I was watching it. But that could be because I dozed off for twenty minutes in the middle."

He moves his head like he was counting in his mind before he restates the figure.

"Maybe it was forty."

@prupipers

"You think that's what Gwen Stefani is doing?" Pru questions with a hopefulness in her voice.

"Because there has to be some logical reason that one of the best female lead singers, like, ever has taken such a hard pivot from girl power to spouting off to people to download her prayer ap. Not that I'm against religion of course but, Jesus, talk about betraying your base."

Not very 'Hollaback Girl' of her.

Pru frowns at him as she takes a drink through her straw.

"How did you not 'get' Conclave?'

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"I don't think you're shallow."

For once, it's not a line. There was more substance to Presley than most of the people he knew and he believed her knew her better than most.

( The real her. )

"I just think you toe and the line and do what your told. If your mam told you bring someone like that tonight, you would. You sometimes do what you want but you always do what you should."

His eyes meet hers and he holds her gaze, not setting out to insult but rather to challenge her.

"Am I wrong?"

@presleyfarrow

Some of the haughtiness of Presley's posture falters when Reggie confirms that he'd come to the event alone.

Not only alone, but she hadn't eyed him milling around to flirt with other girls either.

Whatever new leaf he was turning over, he was seeming to take it seriously. But she'd been stupid enough to fall for acts like that before.

But she really wanted to fall for it again.

Presley arches a brow when he drops the Kennedy name, letting out a scoff under her breath.

"Do you think I'm that shallow?"

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"I got up at 10:10 which isn't just practically 5am in Reggie terms but it's also an angel number according to my mam."

He rests his hands on his hips as he thinks on that for a moment, a mindless confession slipping out of his mouth.

"I don't know what angel numbers are, now I'm thinking about it. Sounds better than devil numbers though so I reckon they must be alright."

Reggie had already tuned out as soon as checking bathroom fixtures was mentioned, fundamentally unable to make himself care about anything he deemed boring and Fletcher was spinning a snoozefest right in front of him.

"Ah, come on. Bollocks to your task list, it'll still be there tomorrow. As long as the bathroom is functioning it'll be alright for another day."

He had a longstanding habit of 'I'll do it tomorrow'n his own to-do things so they lingered on the long-finger for months at a time.

"I did some googling," Reggie starts, imitating typing with his fingers on the palm of his hand, "It's national miniature golf day tomorrow. Real thing. I say we hit the holes which I immediately regret saying now that I've said it but it's out there now and we both have to live with that. Few bevvys, perhaps of the alcoholic variety unless we gotta get Oliver later and be in a state to get Ollie in which case I'm good with the soda kind. What'cha reckon?"

@fletcher-bailey

With Oliver long since off to school, Reggie's voice is a startling break in the usual silence of the household's morning hours. Fletch doesn't leap out of his skin so much as he flinches back with wide eyes and his shoulders lifting to just below his ears.

"Woah, you're alive. When did you get out of bed?"

Better question might be how considering Fletcher's schedule change to diner mornings made their schedules fairly opposite. He never liked the idea of dodging Reggie even if it's a matter of circumstance.

"Do you consider driving out to the hardware store to check bathroom fixtures out fun? Because I don't either, and I'm dying for an excuse to put off my task list." Especially if there is no reason to rush it. Most of the home renovations are done with Cynthia in mind, but there is no fire under his ass to get them done with her going back to work for the summer.

He bites, as Reggie plus anything is an easy choice, "Because it sounds like you have an idea. Or an idea of an idea, and we've been seriously lacking in hang out time, which I don't take personally, but I should."

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BILL SKARSGÅRD as EDDIE BARRISH Locked (2025) Dir. David Yarovesky

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"Shit bit of luck that," Reggie commiserates, taking the offered seat with an almost forgotten 'thanks' that was rushed out of his mouth along with a 'by the way' before the thought to left his brain to be permanently forgotten.

( Like most things. )

"Was it a date or a flakey friend?"

@adrianahqs

location: any cafe/bar/diner

when someone approached her, the dark-haired woman raised her head from her phone to gesture towards the available seat. " sure, you can take the seat. i think they might have stood me up anyway, " adriana remarked as she looked around with no sign of the person she was supposed to meet. // @aurorabaystarter

[reggiellewellyn]

Reggie: I've been in a couple Reggie: They haven't ended well @peterbasara

Peter: do you suck at them or have you just never tried? Peter: because effort is a talent man @reggiellewellyn

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E. What is their love language?

"I'm not one hundred percent sure I know what those actually are.

I don't think I want to know either. Seems like that would require the kind of thinking I don't want to do when there's already too much to think about with love and all that."

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Q. Do they have a signature look or fashion?

"I don't know if I'd call it a signature look but you won't catch many other blokes cutting about in a Wales jersey. That's all The Nald."

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Happy National Friends Day!

— @reggiellewellyn @leomlarson

[reggiellewellyn]

Right on cue, there was that Farrow brand politeness battling it's way to the surface. If it was possible Betsy to be proud -- and by now he's not so sure that it was, he's only seen prideful -- he thinks she might have mustered up a trace amount of it for that.

"Nope. Nothing of the sort. Not even unlikeable friend I wouldn't mind lipsing after enough sea themed cocktails."

Of the pair of them, it was no secret that Reggie was the easy one. He liked new faces and cheap thrills and he also liked them significantly less than her pretty face expensive tastes.

The potential risk of having to spend the night alone was a loss worth gambling on when the potential prize was any amount of time with Presley.

"And yourself? Have you got a Kennedy or one of those kinds of blokes around here somewhere to break my heart with?"

@presleyfarrow

"Hello," Presley answers compulsively -- like there's no possible way to restrain herself from returning a nicety when it is given to her.

His answer to her question brings a draw of skeptical eyebrows; she looks over both of his shoulders and then both of hers like she's expecting some leggy blonde supermodel to appear and take her place on his arm and call him baby.

None comes.

"You're serious? You didn't bring a date? Not even a likable fuck-buddy?"

The fact that he didn't have a sure thing lined up for the end of the night was surprising to her.

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Reggie doesn't waste any time reaching for the mask when Nelson had given him his express permission to take it, plucking it off his golden head and holding out his costume sword for him to keep a hold of instead.

He peers at the inside of it for a second before he brings it near to his face, holding it in the air in his grip before he fixed it on his head and managed not to pinch his hair in the string.

In a voice muffled by the mask and with an intentional attempt to sound scary, Reggie only has one concern for Nelson.

"How am I looking mate? Would you be shitting it if I jumped out at you in a dark alleyway?"

@the-nelson-quinn

“ let me see that then? I wanna know how good it is?” Nelson replied unsure if he believed Reggie or not about the whole whiskey thing. He knew the other man to talk a pretty good game but he wanted to see if he was being legit

“I love a costume and commitment to a character but I don’t love when it gets in the way of my drinking “ Nelson teased taking a sip from his own glass. Honestly he loved making an impression but he was grateful for the mask being off.

“ go ahead. It’s shockingly lightweight “ @reggiellewellyn

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"I thought you were saying that so it would be even madder when something mad happened."

Thus far, there had been nothing of the sort other than Reggie fearing he might slip into madness if he continued to feel as deeply bored as he was currently forty-three minutes into observing a motel door that had not opened or closed once in that time.

With a hand out and a frown set on his face, he gestures for her to hand him over a Racher, his last chance at finding something to be jolly about.

"Give us one then."

@robinsantos

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location: outside the palm tree in motel

"I told you a stakeout wasn't as interesting as it looked in procedurals," Robin lamented, kicking her foot up on the dashboard. It was the more tedious part about her job and the loneliest, which was why she had agreed to letting Reggie tag along as long as he didn't bring any attention to them.

"It's mostly sitting in the shadows and—" She opened the glove compartment, rummaging around the endless pieces of paper and snack wrappers before holding up a bag of Jolly Rancher's as if they were a prize to be coveted, "—eating your body weight in sour candy."

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❤️ – the last instagram post my muse made of your muse + reggie!

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📸 + reggie

🎞️ – an instagram layout featuring your muse // @reggiellewellyn

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