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You look damp.

( helpful. slightly more helpful is the towel he scoops off the back of another chair, tossing it in reggie's direction before he folds himself back onto the other side of the couch. it's a fairly small set up on the table in front of them, a tight little pile of joints, a few bags of weed (no labels, naturally) and an ash tray in front of them. just about the only new magic nick has picked up lately is how to get the smoke out of his house. )

This is kind of like the lovey dovey thing you were talking about? If you think this is what you're after I can start working on like, tabs or whatever, but I can just sort of... ( he gestures vaguely, wiggling his fingers a little. a flower bud on one of the plants behind him blooms, more or less making his point for him. ) make this stuff, so it's an easier starting point.

[ The observation earns Nick an impatient glare from Reggie, though only a brief one, as Reggie proceeds to grab the towel and scrub it against his hair to help dry it faster, then leaves it hanging over his shoulders. He looks over the array lined out along the table, nodding his head in slightly vacant approval. ]

Well, however you make it, just make sure it's strong enough that we can mix it into a candy base, cuz that's kinda the brand I'm goin' with. [ Reggie reaches for one of the joints, examining it before he holds it out. ] Got a light?

[ For some reason it doesn't really occur to him the risks in "testing" the product, mainly in that he has no idea how strong it'll be or how long it'll last, but even if it had... well, someone's gotta do it, right? ]

Here.

( nick takes one for himself first, digging a lighter out of his pocket, and he waits until he's sparked it up and is taking a long drag before he hands it over to reggie. he actually doesn't know what the strength of this is going to be like, the last time he'd tried it had been so weak he'd barely felt an warm buzz, so he'd tried to beef it up this time around. )

Why candy, anyway?

[ Reggie's short-lived experimentation with cigarettes clearly didn't stick long enough for him to get in the habit of carrying lighters, but he leans in to get his own spliff lit, holding it to his lips with two fingers.

After his own slow drag, blowing the smoke back out from the corner of his mouth, Reggie swipes a hand through his damp-but-drying curls and flicks his gaze back toward Nick. ]

It's kind of a popular gimmick with the drugs where I'm from. [ He shrugs. ] So I figured why not run with it, y'know? Might as well have product that's gonna stand out here, or else why bother?

( nick is at his heart a bit of a show-off, so he pretty quickly shifts from exhaling the smoke in one long puff, to blowing out little smoke rings. as much to entertain reggie as to amuse himself, really. he swipes a finger through one, and looks over at reggie with the joint tucked carefully between his lips. )

It's interesting. Probably be fun to make, too. ( which is as good a reason as any to be on board, really. ) So last time I tried to do this shit it took like, fifteen minutes just to kick in. This batch is supposed to be...more. I don't really know how it's going to turn out.

( which is the reason he invited reggie around, after all. )

More what? [ Reggie takes another drag, deep and indulgent. ] Stronger?

[ He likes the sound of that, naturally, although he has yet to feel anything kicking in just yet. It's only been a few minutes, maybe five? He hasn't been counting. ]

What kinda shit do you usually make?

More everything. Stronger, more intense, faster effects. All of it.

( it's an inexact science like this only because it hinges on nick's focus while he's using his magic, a spotty reliance at best. the weed and herbs rely too much on whatever nick is feeling at the time to ever be consistent from batch to batch — and he's been pretty loved up lately, tucked away in his nice beach house with his brand new boyfriend.

reggie, at least, has requested mostly stuff that requires potions, mixing, composition, that come with a lot more precision than the weed. )

Jacked up weed, mostly. Lot of people around here with powers or whatever that can't get high on the regular stuff.

[ Reggie certainly does miss that feeling, although he knows better than to assume anyone else cares about him still missing his boyfriend, old news by now, and besides, he doesn't want to talk about it. It's weird enough to be maybe-sorta-probably going into business with a guy who's also named Nick -- not that it's a very unusual name, but them both being witches also adds to the general uncanniness -- who Reggie still somewhat childishly doesn't want to call Nick.

He nods, blowing out more smoke. Something stirs him vaguely, maybe the drug starting to kick in, although it's hard to tell yet. ]

Yeah, me too. [ He coughs into his fist. ] And same with gettin' drunk, too-- if it ain't strong I can barely even feel it anymore.

Well I wasn't going to be the one to bring it up.

( nick is--vaguely aware of the otherness of reggie in the way that he's vaguely aware of a lot of things about a lot of people, but he tries his best not to actively try too much. most people don't like the idea of people just knowing things about them, even non-threatening, cheery types like nick — and besides, it's an unreliable as hell ability in this place, anyway. not to mention he's high all the time.

but reggie said it first, so it's probably not rude to ask. nick — always so polite, naturally — exhales first, smoke clouding above his head as he leans in a little closer to reggie, reaching out to poke idly at his knee. )

What are you, anyway?

What?

[ It's a little rude, at least out of context, which is how Reggie first translates the question; he frowns, narrows his eyes as he takes a pensive drag off his joint, then raises his brows once his brain finishes catching up.

Coughing out another huff of smoke, he shakes his head. ]

Uh-- werewolf, [ he says thickly, around a mouthful of smoke. ] like, technically, but I'm pretty much still, like, basically human.

I don't think I've met a werewolf before.

( said very conversationally, of course. nick doesn't really spend very much time around anyone who's just human these days — not intentionally, it just sort of happened that way, but he hasn't really noticed as much until now. of course there's concepts an awful lot like werewolves where he's from, but they're very different kinds of creature. not the kind he'd sit around and smoke weed with, for sure.

he's more focused on the weed anyway though — specifically the effects, and whether or not they're having any. nick leans in closer, looks at reggie with a curious head tilt and— well, he's always kind of happy when he's high, but there's an interesting tug that's not just the usual buzz. there's a surge of feeling that's definitely building, not really directed at reggie, but he is the nearest person right now, so it seems reasonable enough for nick to reach out until he can cup his cheek. )

You feel it yet?

Really? Cuz there's... [ He pauses, then frowns. ] Actually, I guess there's not that many of 'em around here anymore.

[ Not that there had ever been a lot, but there'd been a decent number at once point at least; six? Seven? Maybe a football team's worth.

Anyway, he does feel something, a restless flutter in his chest and up his spine, although Reggie isn't sure at first if it's the drugs. Probably, is what he's about to think when Nick reaches over to touch Reggie's cheek, but then Reggie raises his gaze to meet Nick's and that flutter repeats itself, a stuttering tremor in his heartbeat that makes his mouth feel suddenly dry.

Maybe, for him too, this feeling would have simply been directed at whichever person happened to be closest to him at the time, but it's only him and Nick here right now, so that's where it concentrates. ]

I... I dunno. [ He swallows, blinking slowly. ] What's it supposed to feel like?

Oh, you know...

( nick is a touchy deeply type at the best of times, always grabbing hands and touching faces and generally wrangling contact where he can, so it's not especially unusual for him to settle his palm against someone's cheek. his thumb grazes over reggie's cheek where it sits there, and that's not especially unusual for him either. but he doesn't normally feel quite so fond, sweet even, while he's doing it, and nick looks very pleased about that, because that's definitely a good sign. )

You know when you meet someone and you guys just...click, right away? Or when you're asleep next to someone and they wake you up with a kiss and you're just like....head over fucking heels?

( nick tilts his head a little as he watches reggie, settling his other hand somewhere along reggie's leg as he watches his reaction. it's all well and good for it to work on nick, but he really needs to see if it has the desired effects in others. )

[ Normally Reggie wouldn't think much of this sort of touch either-- maybe to consider it slightly intimate, depending on the person, but being as physically affectionate as he is, touch alone is rarely enough to fluster Reggie, even the kind of touching that turns him on. The fact that this feels so different is unusual, but he can't quite turn his feelings over in a way that clarifies why.

Nick's words help, but even then, he isn't sure how much he's registering properly, distracted by Nick's eyes, the planes of his face. ]

Uh... yeah, [ he says after perhaps too long a beat, drawing back a little. Breaking eye contact. ] I think so. Maybe. Yeah. So that's... does that mean it's working?

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