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[fuck_it]

It's not the best gig Chris has ever been to, but considering it's on a fuckin' Monday and not on a weekend, he didn't really expect much. But it's been fuckin' ages since he's been to one not at The Phoenix, and even longer since he's gotten completely off his head at one.

There's a break in the music, and he's gone to the bar near the back of Hideout for another beer, only when he turns around, he bumps right into someone, half of his beer sloshes over the top of the plastic cup and right onto the bloke.

"Shit! Sorry, man," Chris says, though he's in such a good mood tonight that even having lost most of his drink isn't about to ruin it. He's not so sure about the other guy's chances for an alright night now, though.

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[whateverhappenedto]

"Really? Really?" Reggie asks nobody in particular, hands up as beer drips down his shirt. This is it. This is life in a nutshell, right here. Alone at a concert on a Monday night, covered in beer: The Reggie Mantle Experience.

Finally, all he can really do is sigh. "Hey man, it's cool. Accidents happen, right?" Especially to him.

[fuck_it]

"Yeah. Shit," Chris says, and he's trying not to laugh at the whole thing, even though he's going to have to buy himself another drink, probably. But fuck it, it's a good night, all in all, and it's not like he wasn't going to buy another one eventually anyway.

"Buy you one to make up for it?"

Chris isn't exactly flush, but it's gotta be the least he can do. That, or offer the bloke one of the pills he's got in his pocket, but he's not sure yet if it's a good idea.

[whateverhappenedto]

Reggie's really not much of a drinker, and he's just grumpy enough to want to decline out of hand, but he's also just self-aware enough to know that giving in to those impulses is a surefire way to make his mood even worse, and he relents.

"Well, I... To heck with it, sure, why not? Thanks."

This guy's going to be needing a new drink anyway, and Reggie can grab some napkins at the bar. Improved situations all around.