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“Like you’re any better,” Cas said, causing Reagan to turn her head towards him curiously. “Its either chlorine or sea salt with you.” She laughed as she put on all her jewelry before making her way back over to the bed. "Well obviously if you had a problem with it you wouldn't spend more nights in my bed than your own." Reagan put on her shoes and began lacing them up but froze a few moments in. Her brows furrowing and lips pursing. "I... didn't mean it like that." She chuckled awkwardly before continuing to tie her shoes.

Once she was finished getting ready, Cas answered her question, obviously agreeing about wanting to get out. “Lets hit the town, there’s got to be something interesting to do... Or we could just go down to the beach, get our sun-tan on, I know how much you like seeing me without a shirt on.” He then flexed his muscles while smiling towards her. Reagan follows him over to the mirror as he checks his appearance. She stepped onto her tip toes behind him, fixing his hair before making a silly face at him over his shoulder into the mirror.

"True. But I can see you without a shirt on whenever I want." Reagan grasps the hem of his shirt to reveal his bare skin under the shirt. She then playfully slapped his abdomen. "But we don't need you scarring the coeds with your pasty white ass." With that she released the edge of his shirt and turning away slightly before she blushed. Reagan didn't know what was up with herself. She's seen Cas half naked more times than she could count without a single issue. And now she could barely do it without blushing or becoming sheepish. God dammit. She thought to herself, rubbing her face to try and slap some sense into herself.

“Are you alright? You seem a little off.” Reagan pivoted around to look over at him, attempting her best smile but it just came off as a weak lackluster tug of her lips. She knew she couldn't hide anything from Cas no matter how hard she tried. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She said under her breath. “Not that you aren’t always a little off,” Cas added sarcastically as he passed her while patting her head, which caused her to chuckle. "Oh you love it."

Before they headed out, Reagan sifted through her purse, smiling when she saw her haul of money she got from life guarding. She returned to Cas, hooking her arm with his as she lead him out of her room. "What do you say to me popping that tattoo cherry of yours?" Reagan rose her brows suggestively before shimming her shoulders playfully. "My treat... I'll even get one too and let you choose what and where." She then held up her index finger to add, "But I'm not getting a penis in the center of my forehead."