#thread ft. sage

[reggiedelmo]

Regardless of what negative opinion Reggie had about Lima on most days, the weekends provided some of the best entertainment in the world. Where else was he going to see a Cheerio getting sloppy on the dance floor and then immediately see a Glee Club weirdo begging to perform something in the middle of the party? There was no greater scene in the world, but Reggie was always on the outside of the scenes. Sometimes he wondered what it would feel like to include himself in the heavy party activities, but sometimes it was better smoking weed on the sidelines and taking it all in - how else would he know so much about his peers? Especially Julien and Sage. Ever since their friendship had ended so terribly, Reggie had been on onlooker to their lives, but just slightly out of the scene. They didn’t know, and that was okay with him. But that was how Reggie quickly clocked how uncomfortable and upset Sage looked about two hours into the party. It was all he needed to fuel his ever wanting need to be around her now that they had (partially) mended their friendship which explained why Reggie moved so quickly to obtain a half empty bottle of vodka from the kitchen. He was lucky to not get his ass beat senseless by the hockey dudes, but even luckier with how quickly he was able to find Sage again. “Hey,” Reggie said a little too loudly before he was laughing nervously and instantly trying to physically calm his nerves down. “Hey Sage, you uh, looked like you needed a lil’ bit of an escape?” His words were softer now as he raised his hand to show the bottle of vodka before he was using it to point towards another room in the house. @sagemhowell​

[reggiedelmo]

YOU MAKE THINGS EASY

tagging: reggie + @sagemhowell​ when: sunday, february 14th where: candyland

I promise I’ll behave, had been the last words that Reggie had said to his mom before he left for the Candyland event at Breadstix, but as he leaned his head against the booth he was currently occupying, alone, he felt like he had been nothing but a liar. Candyland was fine, but he was dreadfully bored. He had ditched his Crawford date the second they entered into the restaurant and had been sipping on the flask of whatever liquor he knew his mom wouldn’t miss for the entirety of the night. This sucked. He felt like everyone’s lives were far more interesting than his own, especially since he was hardly able to socialize at a literal party. Once he was finished texting Gigi and calming her down as much as he was able to from whatever Davis-fueled meltdown she was having, he was braving the mood and leaving the booth to find someone to talk to. He was just lucky whenever his semi-drunken eyes were falling on Sage. With a grin, he made his way towards her. “Pardon me,” Reggie announced, his soft demeanor hardly booming over the loud music that was playing. Regardless, Reggie grabbed Sage’s hand that was resting by her hip, twirling her around in a quick motion so that she was facing him. “You look nice.” The words came out easily, which had everything to do with how he had been sipping alcohol for quite some time now. “Wanna get some punch with me? I’d go by myself but what if someone tried to talk to me?” He asked with an exhaled laugh before he was starting to pull her away from whatever conversational partner she had been talking to... he hadn’t cared to look. 

[reggiedelmo]

Life was good. Nothing had even technically happened to flip Reggie’s perspective, but it didn’t matter. He was starting to walk with a greater pep in his step and had long removed the practically glued airpods from his ears. Sure, he could attribute his better moods on how his friendships with both Sage and Julien seemed to be on the mend, but even then, he didn’t want to shine attention on something good in fear of it souring. Instead, Reggie decided to spread the good vibes instead. “Thank you,” Reggie said with a small nod of his head towards Sterling as she passed over the drinks she had just made. Reggie had always been a fan of Sterling, regardless of the present (past?) drama between her and Trace so he wasn’t about to change his tune and become the worst to her. After a hefty couple of minutes where Reggie attempted to balance his to-go of coffees on the handlebar of his bike, he was on his way to Dr. Howell’s office. His mom had worked for Carl ever since Reggie could remember and even though it was a literal dentist office, it felt like home sometimes. 

“Hello my beautiful mo-” Reggie sang out as he passed through the threshold of the office doors, immediately having his eyes fall on his moms usual spot behind the desk... but with Sage at her side. Whatever Reggie was walking into was very positive. They had been laughing and probably swapping some sort of story with one another, but the sight alone was one that made him smile. “Beautiful mom and Sage.” Even the way her name sounded falling off his tongue was enough for a noticeable smile to show on his lips. Things were good with Sage, right? They had been talking a lot more and had shared a dance at Candyland. He was allowed to smile at her like this. “I uh, you guys having fun?” It was comical, really. The image of Reggie standing just inside the office doors, coffees in hand, and the most dumbfounded look on his face. @sagemhowell​

[reggiedelmo]

tagging: reggie + @sagemhowell​ where: wmhs hallway when: monday, january 11

Reggie Del Monico would never be the type to claim that he believed in karma, especially considering that if karma was real, then his was absolutely fucked. There was no other way to explain the glares that he had been getting from Hermey freakin’ Howell since the second that the Celibacy Club meeting had begun. He felt the stares, he envisioned the eye rolls, he clocked the sound of shallow sighs. It was annoying, but it was karma. Ever since Reggie had gotten the text message from Sage about being there for Julien, their shared ex-friend, Reggie had been ignoring her like a professional. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel bad for Julien, but more so just the obsessive need to stay away from the both of them. Considering it had been his mannerisms for almost 3 years now, it wasn’t hard to do. “Sage, if you have words, speak them,” Reggie exhaled after growing tired of feeling her incredibly fucked up vibes from desks away. He knew it wasn’t the best way to break the ice after he had practically abandoned his friend group, but Reggie hadn’t been using his full brain in a while. “Seriously, I’m trying to learn about celibacy,” he said with laughter spilling out through his words. He knew that he was being an asshole, but honestly? There was no other way he knew how to handle himself or the situation without thinking about it for hours. 

[reggiedelmo]

sorry seems to be the hardest word

tagging: reggie + @sagemhowell​ where: sage’s car mostly when: after the after party

Tonight was weird, but like, the good kind of weird. After he had actually made it through asking Sage if she wanted to go to the Regionals performances with him, things actually went really smoothly. The drive wasn’t awkward, sitting with each other for what seemed like hours wasn’t weird, and the entire party experience with bumping into each other every now and then felt natural. Things seemed to be looking up... which explained why Reggie was drinking and smoking like it was absolutely nobodies business at the Motta Mansion party. While he was very much the kind of guy that was a wallflower at parties, Reggie knew how to hold his liquor and always thought he was more fun whenever he was cross faded, so it wasn’t a surprise when he was engaging in a very overdramatic conversation with some band nerd whenever he felt someone tugging at his arm. “Hmm?” He hummed out with a lazy smile plastered on his face as he turned and saw none other than Sage Howell herself. Pleasantries weren’t necessary at this point, especially with all of the quick greetings in passing throughout the party, but whenever Sage was mumbling about being ready to go home, Reggie was trying to sober up as much as possible. He might have been cool and easy breezy on the drive over, but drunk Reggie liked to talk... and Sage was a dangerous person to do that with nowadays.

The ride was fine. Quiet, but fine. However, as soon as Reggie’s brain start hyper fixating on just how quiet things were, he started talking. “I had fun tonight, did you?” Before she could even think about answering, he was firing off again. “It’s cool getting to hang out with you again. I missed you a lot.” Another brief pause as Reggie’s eyes glared onto the road in front of him as Sage drove. “I’m really sorry.” The words came out before Reggie could even realize what he was doing. “For everything, ya know? Whenever my dad left, it was just... I didn’t know what to do. And then time kept passing and the trial was happening and...” His voice halted immediately before he was nervously running his hands over the fabric of his pants. “I’m just sorry for all the time I made us miss out on. Like you got your driver’s license? Adult. You’re an adult!” He couldn’t help with start laughing, the sound alone exiting from his body and sounding very much not sober. God, he needed to stop, but then he was stuck staring at her. Sage Howell. Dammit.