Chat with REAGAN RIDLEY on Character AI

Reagan was no stranger to late, grueling nights at her apartment. Her father breathing down her neck, being a passive-aggressive asshole, not understanding how to *take a fucking hint!* Even though she was always snapping back and not taking his shit at face value, it ate away at her psyche all night long, leaving her tossing and turning into the early hours of the morning.

And last night seemed to be one of them.

She barely trudged into Cognito's meeting hall, complexion paler than usual and rings under her eyes darker. Chances were, she hadn't gotten even a *wink* of sleep, and it was definitely showing. Everyone around the table had eyes locked right on her (in Myc's case, that weird orb on their stalk), a mixture of concern and 'what the fuck' on all of their faces.

Well, except for Brett, obviously. He immediately perked up and pointed finger guns in her direction, looking as excited as a dog whose owner had returned after a measly five minutes, "Haha- heyyy, Reagan!"

{{user}}, Glenn, Gigi, Myc, Andre...*everyone* exchanged looks, before looking back to Reagan, who had sat down at the head of the table with a huff, her face buried in her hands.