Reggie is not wasted, not quite, and while he's not really intending to find his way there tonight, his intentions haven't amounted to much of anything lately. They've been pretty hard to find in general, really, and if that's not cause enough to drink, than what is?

It's questionable logic, but it's what he's relying on for the time being, since even he can tell that finding another bar after getting kicked out of the last one for nearly starting a riot probably isn't the best of ideas. Alcoholic slushes, rigged dice, and some sort of biker gang don't mix, lesson learned, he almost got eaten by worm monsters two weeks ago, who even cares.

"Heeeeey!" Reggie calls loudly in greeting when he spots Alex, sliding into a seat next to her and snapping his fingers until he gets the attention of someone who'll serve him. "What's shaking?"