37 'is that my shirt?' Gigi and Reagan. Gal pals, y'know?
I'm not sure if you meant lesbians or literal gal pals so the relationship is left open-ended for you to decide:)
"do-do you think cats have feelings?" A series of spluttering and coughing that barely qualified for a sentence came from Reagan's lips. It would've been irritating had she not been wearing the most endearing grin.
"okaaay" Gigi drawled "no more of Andres 'mystery bong' for you, miss lady"
"pshaa" Reagan flung her arms around in a hilarious yet vain attempt to retrieve the stolen bong.
"gigiiiii" she whined.
Gigi laughed and took a hit herself, before placing the bong on a counter where, if she was sober, Reagan would certainly be able to reach, but lucky for Gigi, she's decidedly not.
"shit is it already midnight" Gigi asked the room, looking at her phone. "I've got to be at that hot new club downtown in ten minutes! I didn't pay the VIP fee for nothing" she looked at Reagan who was currently pointing at a fish that didn't exist and laughing at it. "Alright girl" Gigi said "let's get you to bed".
It was a struggle picking up Reagan and heaving her across the apartment, the girl weighed more than she looked. Plumping the pillows, shaking the crumby blankets and removing any and all mugs littered around Reagans bedroom floor, Gigi gave stoned and sleepy Reagan a list of instructions.
"okay so stay on your side" she said, crouching down and repositioning Reagan's head. "I've left a cup of water and Advil on your bedside table, you're gonna need it when you wake up. And go straight to sleep, no fucking around!"
Reagan mumbled which Gigi assumed was in acknowledgment and agreement. "Alright sweet girl" she sighed, standing up and walking out, being careful to switch the lights off before she left "night night Reagan".
"nigh nigh Gigi" her sleepy response, and with that, Gigi left the building.
The next morning was great, Gigi was used to going out late so her partying till dawn had unaffected her mood and a coffee would certainly bring her tired brain to full function. She checked her ID into the scanner at the entrance of the office and the doors opened.
"heeey y'all" she grinned, as dickish as they were these people were her team and her dearest friends.
"Heyyyy Gigi, long night?" Myc of course, read her mind.
"you have no idea".
The doors opened yet again and this time it was Reagan, eyebags not deeper then usual, but she was certainly looking more tired then the average day. "Wow Reagan" Myc laughed "you look like shit".
"suck a fat cock Myc" came her irritated response.
But Gigi was focused on something else. "Is that my shirt?" She said without thinking, without thinking of how every single person in this room absolutely thrived on drama.
"what? Oh yeah I guess it is, I was wondering why it didn't have any stains on it". Classic Reagan, taking someone else's shirt in a tired haze, but Gigi didn't fancy herself frustrated by all of this, Reagan looked... Good.
"excuse me why would Reagan have your shirt?" Andre asked, his focus on them for the first time this morning.
"maybe they were together last night" myc chimed in, feeding the flames and insinuating something completely innapropiate. "We were?" Reagan responded, confused by his tone and everyones sudden interest in their life.
"doing what?"
"adult stuff"
Oh shit that was the wrong response, the office broke out in hysterical and desperate shrieks for more information.
"whaaaat"
"I knew it"
"Reagan, I'm your BFF, why wouldn't you tell me this?!
"for the record" Glenn stood up "I'm uncomfortable with the topic of Lebanese people".
"what?" Myc snorted "you mean lesbian?"
"why are we talking about lesbians?" For someone so smart Reagan was clearly not getting the implied here.
"they think we slept together"
"why?"
"because you said adult stuff!"
"I meant drugs!"
"We weren't, we were eh- what's the term? Seshing".
Andre shot up from his seat, pointing an accusing finger at them both "it was you" he screamed "you took my mystery bong!"




















