I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

[bragnificent]

WHO: REGGIE MANTLE and YOU.
WHERE: Around, mostly Heropa & Maurtia Falls.
WHEN: July 5th - July 11th.
WHAT: Catch-all open log! Reggie goes about his business during the week of a troubling anniversary.
WARNINGS: Canon typical references to death/murder, and implications of underage drinking; anything else, will ETA as necessary!


1. MODEL BEHAVIOR ( HEROPA )

[ Since being rehired by Dr. Chilton, Reggie naturally has been in the process of transitioning away from his originally assigned job-- or at least, he had been. Working retail was never really Reggie's style in the first place, although he hadn't actually minded the Jock Bloc too much; it was a fairly casual environment, and he'd gotten along well with his very attractive coworkers and (mostly) attractive customers. Still, working retail really is not his scene, nor is working two jobs (let alone working at all), but rather than quit entirely he's been asked instead to stay on as a model in some of their advertising.

Which, duh, yes. Agreeing to something so simple, well-paying, and that involves getting his picture taken for even somewhat lowtier notoriety is pretty much a no-brainer. And it only takes a few hours on only a few days, which is easy to accomplish once he's back in Heropa after work.

Done shooting for the day even before it starts getting too dark, Reggie -- still dressed in the casual athletic wear this ad's promoting, and probably the only not all black outfit he'll be wearing all week -- is enjoying the rest of his free late afternoon/evening, chilling on a bench or curb with an iced coffee or smoothie and a slice of pizza, recording things around him for his instagram (or just the fun of it), or taking selfies. Come say hello! Or at least try not to do anything too embarrassing while he's got his phone out. ]

2. BROS BEFORE BEIN'-- ( MAURTIA FALLS )

[ Working for Chilton means better pay and more regular hours -- both positives, even to someone like Reggie who doesn't care much for working in the first place -- and it means during the week he gets to enjoy the (slightly) cooler weather and (definitely) more exciting atmosphere of Maurtia Falls, usually dressed for success in accordance with his work dress-code.

This week, of course, all his outfits are black-- black jeans, black slacks, black tees, blazers, button-downs, everything, but it isn't necessarily an odd look unless it's a particularly hot day; he knows how to pull it off naturally. But this week also he's especially out to make sure he has good time, keep his mind occupied, life his best life (etc.) so what else could that mean but try to make the most of his time spent up in the City of Sin? Time to avoid thinking about dead friends or almost giving his living one a BJ while wasted at their party by getting sloppy in some of the trashier night clubs Maurtia Falls has to offer? Exactly.

Though only for a couple hours. He might also be found stumbling out of one getting ready to head home, hair probably mussed and shirt probably unbuttoned from making sure those couple hours were packed full of pleasure. Fun and some company to share it with, that's really all he's looking for! Probably. ]

3. THE SEASON 💯🏈 IS NEVER OVER 💪💦🔥 ( (MOSTLY) HEROPA )

[ Working out in summer really sucks. Working out in summer in Florida really sucks. It's bad enough Reggie is in the habit of getting drunk so frequently, but the suffocating heat makes it a lot harder for him to destress and repress by way of exercising... which has only meant he's been drinking a lot more to compensate, but still, he refuses to give up.

The easiest solution is to swim in the pool and attend an air-conditioned gym, the former which he does when he feels like it, the latter which he's been making a habit of going three times a week to lift weights and use the machines. When he's not doing either of those he's out trying to run, ideally before or after the sun has already set to avoid the worst of the heat, but that isn't always the case. Between the heat, the drinking, and the fact it's actually impossible to outrun thinking about Jason Blossom, his runs are the only part of Reggie's work-out that go consistently unsuccessful, usually leaving him laying exhausted and out of breath in the grass at best, or hunched over a garbage can trying not to gag at worst.

Stop grinding?? 😂 the grind never stops 💯 no breaks 🏃🏽 we stay dream chasing 💪 ]

4. @ ME NEXT TIME ( HEROPA )

[ Obviously another relatively easy place to find Reggie, if someone were so inclined, is in his own home now that his and Archie's address is fairly known at least amongst those who were at their party, although this week he's been out of the apartment more than inside it as much as he can help it. This is a particularly weird week that Reggie's making a special effort to busy himself during, but that's not to say he isn't still at home by evening or throughout the day on weekends.

Anyone dropping by to see either him or Archie might find Reggie crashed out in his room (feel free to wake him up) or lying on the couch, either also crashed out or tossing a football into the air as he pays only half-attention to the TV or radio. He's in a more subdued mood than usual, although not a bad one, per se-- just a more quiet one than people probably already are used to from Reggie, but with company there he'll be back to his usual self in no time. ]

WILDCARD

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wildcarding it up in here

[catchacold]

[The list of things Leonard Snart doesn't believe in is long, infinitely longer than listing the handful of things he does believe in, but - suffice to say - knocking on a door and waiting to be let on? It doesn't make the list.

So he ends up simply sitting in the kitchen, waiting for teenage boys to wake up. He figures there's not too much of a hurry, so he sips from the coffee cup he brought and reads the paper he got.

At least he's also provided something for his unwitting hosts, judging by the paper bag still on the floor.]

[bragnificent]

[ Between the two of them, whether Archie or Reggie will be the first one to wake up is something that can be almost impossible to predict; both of them are often up somewhat early to work out, but both of them also -- Reggie especially -- have been drinking more routinely thanks to Reggie's alcohol power.

Combine that with the fact it's also a weekend and you get Reggie, stumbling out of his room around 10 AM wearing only sweatpants and heading to the kitchen to grab coffee or red bull. He's groggy but not outright hungover, though, so he does notice Len sitting there before he actually to the fridge. ]

Oh, hey.

[ Reggie grins, seeming unperturbed by the fact this man is in their house. He had been invited, after all-- never mind that the party was weeks ago, as if that kind of thing really matters. It's not the weirdest case of home invasion Reggie's experienced since.

He walks over, pulling out the chair next to Len and taking a seat. ]

Glad you finally made it! So what'd you bring us?

[catchacold]

[Since Reggie seems to be taking it in stride, Leonard sees no reason to argue.]

You're reacting better than the guy who whipped out his glowing sword when he saw me.

[Turns out that Dooku is a bit touchy about people breaking in. But it's not really Leonard's fault, any good security system is really just an invitation to him.

He gestures to the bag in answer and even picks it up by a handle to hold it out to Reggie.]

I got you burgers. You're growing boys, you need a nutritious breakfast.

Helps with hangovers too.

[bragnificent]

It's no big deal. [ Reggie shrugs to illustrate the point. ] Tons of people already know where we live anyway-- and it's not like there's much here to rob.

[ Not yet, anyway; given time and more savings Reggie may well transform this place into a materialistic wonderland, but for now a lot of what they own is the furniture that came with the place, or kept in their respective rooms-- and naturally Reggie doesn't give much thought to the possibility someone might break in for any other reasons.

Although he probably should, given the time he woke up to Kavinsky stroking his hair.

Whatever, though; Reggie gladly helps himself to one of the burgers. ]

Thanks. Never hurts to stay ahead of a hangover. [ He unwraps the burger halfway, then adds: ] But "whipped out his glowing sword," that's not like, a euphemism, is it? Because mine doesn't glow, but... I mean, we don't have to rule anything out.

[catchacold]

[His eyebrows go up a little, just enough to indicate amusement and not give much of anything else away.] Stay away from anything that makes it glow.

[Sage advice, that. He takes a sip from his coffee, leaning back in the chair.]

It was literally a glowing sword. Handy for duels in the dark, I reckon. [Now there is a bit more than just the hint of a smirk.] That's why my gun glows.

[bragnificent]

Oh, sure. Except maybe paint or something-- I bet someone could have a lot of fun with that. Non-toxic, obviously.

[ Though that could also be more trouble than it's worth, too; messy as hell, for one thing. Reggie will just put a pin in that idea for later. He chews his burger thoughtfully, then asks: ]

What's even the point of a duel in the dark? I mean you're still gonna know where you both are if your weapons glow, right? [ He takes another bite, chewing slowly. ] So can I see it?