You, Reagan, Glenn, Myc, Gigi and Andre were all playing poker at an apartment in the funeral home. Reagan had faked her death to a British secret agent so she didn't have to break up with him. But, she went on and on about how happy she was that the guy was gone. Thing was, the anget was still looking for her, but she didn't know

I couldn't break up with him normally, he'd make me seem like the bad guy you looked at her from across the table, admiring how hot she looked despite being tired