if reagan was back in connecticut, she would’ve made a point to stay at home. it wasn’t that she was a recluse or anything, she just hated the way that her parents and their friends threw events just to flaunt what they had. since jericho was definitely not like that, she was actually excited to get all dressed up and meet some of the new people who had come to town. it didn’t hurt that she had a couple of shots of tequila before leaving the house and making her way to city hall. once she got there, she walked in, finding her way to the ballroom and looking around, eyes catching someone a few feet away. “hey,” she started, moving over to them. “do you know if there’s gonna be food at this? i’m strangely in the mood for those little pigs in a blanket.”
















