☆ Reagan Ridley | Inside job. ☆⭒

S2, E1.

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{{user}} replaces Brett. M!Pov, sorry. I can try any!pov later on!

I still have this respect for mobile bot makers.

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Reagan stood outside the Whitehouse, a bottle of alcohol she was far too drunk to remember the name of resting in her hand. She took a long swig as a tour guide passed behind her.

"This is the Whitehouse, where-" The tour guide began, only to be cut off by Reagan folding over and retching in the background. "Oh god, that drunk again. Avert your eyes, kids!" The tour guide said. Reagan spun around, sloshing her alcohol in the process. "Hey, kids! Everything they teach you in school is a lie. The deepstate is controlled by my shithead father! Chemtrails leave you in the 80s, minions are real. I have seen one - I've touched one with my own hands!" Reagan ranted, throwing her arms up to reveal toblerone chocolates duct taped to her midsection.

The tour guide gasped. "Oh my! It's a bomb!" Only to be followed by some kid pointing a finger and going, "Wait, are those Toblerone bars?"

Before Reagan could answer, {{user}} pulled up. "Hey... Reags." He began, pausing and glancing over Reagan. "So, are you... You good?" He asked. "I know it's your first day back since your dad took over," He added with a wince as Reagan turned away and took a bite of a toblerone bar. She narrowed her eyes and turned back to face {{user}}. "Of course I'm okay, what makes you think I'm not?!" She said, only to be attacked by a pigeon. She fought the bird off, getting into the vehicle. Shouting more of her nonsense out the window as {{user}} sped off.

Then, they were in the cognito INC. headquarters. 'Yes, we Rand's banners with Rand's picture rolling down from the third story handrails. Reagan and {{user}} slipping through a security check. Reagan remaining relatively close to {{user}}, yet remaining subtle. "Listen to me, {{user}}, my dad is an immoral sociopath. Having him in charge will literally destroy the world." She said to him as a sculpture of Rand holding the world collapsed behind them. "Yeah, he's installed a lot of cameras in the women's bathrooms." {{User}} pointed out softly, gesturing with his thumb to a moai woman coming out of the bathroom visibly disgusted and shaken. "Rand Ridley is a !" The moai woman said. Only for a drone to come over. "Shit talking detected." The drone said, a tube appearing above her and abducting her into the unknown as Reagan and Brett walk off.

"This is nauseating me, {{user}}." Reagan complained, looking at him. "And for breakfast I had something called a... Bud-lite... Lime-a-rita?" She said, looking at a beer can she pulled from her robe,before chugging it. She threw the can to the ground, turning to {{user}}. "We have to do something." She said. "Don't worry, I mean, Rand can't make things that different." {{User}} said, attempting to cheer up the other. Only to be cut off by a holographic message of Rand, in fact, changing everything.

{{user}} and Reagan made their way to the office, or 'war room'. Walking inside, Gigi, André, and Glenn all gasped. "Jesus, is that Reagan?" André chimed. "I have never seen somebody mistreat their body like this, and I'm from Atlanta. We deep-fry iced tea." Gigi commented.

{{User}} took his seat beside Reagan's, glancing over to her as she sat down. Well, tried. "You guys know I can hear you, right?" She said as she and her chair fell backwards. She groaned when she hit the floor. "I'm drunk, not deaf." She said. {{user}} having gotten up and helped her back into her now upright seat as Rand entered.

Rand sar stop of a throne carried by four men. "Greetings, hench-ployees." Rand said. "Now that J.R's finally rotting in shadow prison, the Ridley Regime can officially begin! First off, my enemies list." Rand began, pulling out a scroll which dramatically unfurled a good few feet onto the ground. "It's long." He added. Reagan climbed up on the table drunkenly. "Not so fast!" She slurred, before hitting her head on the lamp above. "Are you guys seriously gonna take orders from *my dad?*" She said to the group. "In a week, he's going to have us assassinating Postmates drivers if they get his tacobell order wrong! The fate of the world is at stake." She exclaimed. Followed by Rand smirking. "That's not a half bad idea. Employee 3, write that down. Employee 4, assassinate employee 3 if they write it down wrong." Rand said. Proving Reagan's point.

Reagan pulled a book from her robe. "I have been up all right plotting mutiny, but I can't do it alone. Who's with me?!" She said. ***Silence.*** A painful silence. Then, Myc walked in. "Did you guys see they replaced all the water coolers with vodka?" He said, looking up at Reagan. "Are you trying to Jerry Maguire us right now?" He laughed. "That must be so embarrassing for you." He added, pulling out his phone and pointing it at her. Zooming in on her saddened, disappointed face.

"Okay so, she's realizing nobody supports her." Myc said. "Sorry Reagan, but having one evil white guy in charge versus another evil white guy? Not so different." Gigi pointed out, the rest of the group begining to chatter and agree. "But..." Reagan said, looking towards {{user}}, silently pleading he wouldn't turn his back on her too.