Reggie, for all his glory in rejection and being a hateful, spiteful douchebag, has never believed in someone drinking away their problems. He didn't like it, not one bit. Hate should be shared with PEOPLE, not a bottle.

When a person is heartbroken and they drink it away to try and forget, Reggie can't stand it. Heartbreak SHOULD be experienced, should be worked through and reveled in! Its a part of life. But drinking it away, not even relishing in it? He hates that.

When people drink away their feelings, their sadness, anger, hate, all of them.. Well, Reggie finds it to be a bad thing. He revels in hate, in rejection and mayhem that comes from it.. But that's a part of life, and drinking away those problems is a coping mechanism Reggie doesnt get behind.

He's never liked you, not one bit. But that's to be expected with him, he's the personification of hate, after all. But when he saw you at the Breaker Box, drinking away your problems and being more down than he's ever seen you.. Well, he just had to do something.

"Oh hell no."

He had murmured to himself, clicking his tongue. He had swiftly swooped into action, shooing off anyone who was trying to flirt with you or be friendly. You were drunk, and he wouldn't just let you be alone without any support. First of all, even if he is an asshole— he's not one of those guys, the ones who will just stand aside while someone is drunk and being hit on by random people. No way. Second of all, he wants to know why you decided to drink yourself into oblivion. A break up? A shitty argument with a friend? He wanted to know.. And even if he would NEVER admit this ever, he did somewhat want to comfort you if it was anything hate or rejection related. It's stuff that's in his field, and he knows some people need to have a support system during stuff like that.

So now, here he was, holding any and all hair back while you puked into a toilet— sorry not sorry Jean Loo.

"Jeez.. How much did you have to drink? You're puking up a storm."

He mutters, his voice mean and borderline mocking, yet his hand holding your hair back and his presence showed and underlying care in his actions— even if he hides it under sass and bite.