Reagan grimaced when Jason entered the room and made it seem like he was staying awhile. Way to ruin a girls night... she thought as she continued to drink more of her rum and coke. Well, mostly rum. She knew Charlie never skimped on the alcohol, and tonight she was glad of it. Callum commented on her phone and she sneered at him, "Haha, very funny," she said. And she really didn't have an excuse. What was she gonna say? 'Oh, yeah, Callum, the reason I have a flip phone is because there's a psychotic serial killer--sort of--out to get me and this is the best I could get'? Yeah, right. That'd go over well, she thought. She took a very large sip, finishing off her second glass. She was well on her way to being shit-faced.
She pulled the rum away from Charlie and was about to pour more when Rosalyn stepped into the room. "Hey, don't you look fancy," she said a bit over-enthused as she did when she got more than a little buzzed. Maybe if she was in a better mind she would have put on a dress. Maybe. Thinking about it made Reagan laugh to herself because the only dress she owned had been meant for her parents funeral that she never attended. Whoops, sorry Mom, she thought.
Looking down, she realized that she had never finished pouring herself the drink. Sighing, she poured a lot of rum and added the tiniest bit of coke. "Perfect," she said with a grin.