The Truth is out there: Book 1 Of the inside job/gravity falls universe
By
Neztro
Chapter 6: Enter Brett and Rand's Proposition .
Notes:
Hello everyone, this is based on a piece of fan art where Reagan and adult Dipper hook up so I decided to write a whole story/universe around it… I may bring Mabel into the mix with Brett at a later date but first some ground rules. 1). Reagan is in her early thirties like the show and Dipper is 19, 2). it is going to be a slow burn type fanfic. 3). it's not gonna be perfect but imma try so if there are Any OOC moments just know I am improving as I go along.
Dipper couldn't believe this was happening, Reagan was in his apartment and they were listening to some good music. The next line of the song was coming up and it was his turn with some aid from Reagan it was going to be great.
"Disco girl," Dipper sang, gripping the mike with both hands.
"Coming through," Reagan sang back a little off key but Dipper didn't mind.
"that girl is you." they sang in unison looking each other in the eye. "Oo oo, oo ooo,"
The two laughed after the song was finished as they returned to their seat on the coach. Reagan was exhausted, this was the third song they sung together.
"I can't believe you know every song on Babba's collection. That's pretty impressive for a boy." Reagan completed pulling out a bottle of coffee from her bag.
"thanks, it's nice you don't think it's weird. I was kinda bullied for it when I was going to school." Dipper rubbed the back of his neck.
"I bet you were dipstick. So what do you want to do next for our day off?" Reagan took a swig of her coffee.
Dipper smiled at her and then noticed a spot of coffee on her check. "Reagan, you got a spot." he fingered the spot on his cheek to show where it was.
Reagan wiped her sleeve on her face and smiled. "Thanks dipstick. Now answer the question."
"Are you hungry? I know this great sushi place that mabel took me to last week and it isn't too pricey." Dipper asked, sweating for some unknown reason.
Why am I uncomfortable, it's just Reagan, she's my friend… we can go out for sushi as friends. Dipper thought as he gulped.
"Ooo, sushi you say, dipstick you're one smooth operator." she teased, narrowing her eyes with a sly smile.
"w-what? It's just s-sushi, it's not like it's a date. I mean I could never date you… because your my boss! Not because I think you're not good enough, I mean you are but… I should stop talking." Dipper's face burned with embarrassment and the look in Reagan's perfect hazel eyes didn't make it easier.
He turned his head from her and let the silence of the room consume them.
Reagan's phone began to ring and she immediately picked it up. "Hello! Yes! Oh, Jr… what's wrong… he did what!? Oh no not again… no! Call the snipers off! I'm on my way!" Reagan hug up her phone and screamed bloody murder.
"Oh god what happened!? Did someone find the data file and steal it." Dipper only heard of the file which held all the state secrets that cognito had accumulated and Jr. Said it was one of the most important treasures in the company.
"worse, my dad is blathering to tourist at the white house about the shadow government. Ugh!" Reagan ran her hands down her face and her eye bags seemed to deepen.
Reagan's dad had been doing this since he was fired from the company. This was the third time since Dipper began working for cognito that Rand had tried to pull something like this.
"I'm going with you." Dipper said, his tone stern.
"I can't ask that of you. He is probably just seeking attention or he wants a ride to the mall or some shit… you enjoy your day off." Reagan gathered her stuff and as she was about to leave Dipper grabbed her hand.
"Hey, if you have to waste your time off then so will I… besides I know my way around grumpy old men." Dipper smiled when he looked in Reagan's eyes. He noticed that she was blushing too.
"Phew, whatever, just so you know you're gonna have to ride in the back. My dad won't come with me if he can't ride shotgun." Reagan said, her voice low.
Dipper smiled, "You got it, Reagan."
The two exited the house and made their way down the stairs. Reagan unlocked the doors to her car with her clicker and then made her way to the front seat.
Dipper took the seat behind the front passenger side then buckled up.
The read to the white house was quiet… too quiet. Dipper didn't know why but whenever he and Reagan were alone he felt a knot in his stomach. He twiddled his thumbs as Reagan fiddled with the radio to listen to news reports.
What are you doing? Say something to her? It's just Reagan. Dipper thougth to himself. She's still the same woman who interrogated you for an interview with her company.
Dipper remembers how he used to hate people like Reagan. He always thought they were power hungry stooges but Dipper realized that she was more three dimensional then that. She was quirky, eccentric, a hard worker, and she always seemed to get him.
They were both bad at peopling which worked for them but when they were together they seemed to get along and this made Dipper quite happy.
"Hey Reagan?"
"Hmmph." The scientist replied not looking back at Dipper. A low growl as she was getting closer to the white house which was in the distance.
"I know it was a rocky start with me working for the company… but I have to say, it's been a pleasure working with you."
The car screeched to a stop in front of a stop sigh. "Ahem, that's great Dipper… I appreciate your companionship as well."
the boy couldn't help but chuckle when she said that. He would say the exact same thing in her shoes.
The car started again as They entered the edge of the white house neighborhood. "so Dipper?"
"What is it, Reagan?" the boy noticed a slight hesitation on the Woman's words.
"do you have a girlfriend!" she immediately began choking to herself and the car swerved until she got herself under control. "I-I mean, you strike me as the type to attract a girlfriend… unless your into men… That's cool if you are!"
Dipper froze when she said that, he looked down at the floorboard. "no, I have spent the last six years of my life studying the weirdness of world. That doesn't leave a lot of room for a girlfriend… and yes I like girls."
"Oh, so no crushes even?"
"I had a crush on this one girl back in gravity falls. Her name was wendy and she was so cool. But she was four years older then me and thus I wasn't allowed to date her… it would've been weird anyway."
Reagan began to blush and then adjusted her mirror to look at Dipper, a small smile crossing her face.
"do you still have a crush on her? I mean if you do, you should ask her on a date?" the scientist stammered as the white house crested on a hill in front of them.
"that would be the right move except for the fact that she married thompson of all people. They're very happy together. He's a stay at home husband and she's the mayor of gravity falls. We still talk though."
the car ride to the white house was reaching it's conclusion as Rand was in sight. The man was dressed in white shorts, a hawaiin shirt open in the breeze, his gray hair was a mess and he had stubble on his face.
"why does he make my job so hard? Can't he just enjoy retirement?" Reagan groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"Reagan, thanks for talking with me about Wendy, it's nice having someone who gets me and won't judge me… and though you're not the best at it, I really liked singing with you." Dipper said as the car stopped.
Reagan began to cough "I mean, you d-don't have to be so mushy, you're my… friend… we smart kids need to stick together." She stammered.
"yeah, by the way your dad has sniper dots on him again." Dipper pointed to where several red dots danced on Rand's body before they converged on his temple.
"Oh god, dad! Get in the damn car!" Reagan screamed out of the car, shocking the children and their tour guide.
"oh Reagan, great to see you… let's go." he said in a calm tone like this was an everyday occurrence. He entered the front seat and reclined placing his feet on the dash. He then turned his head as Reagan entered the car.
"So is this ford's grandnephew? I expected someone a little more homely to come from that Gene pool. Let's hope he didn't just inherit beauty from his family tree and actually managed to get some of ford's intelligence." He said in an nonchalant tone of voice.
"So Reagan how's about we stop by the mall so I can get a wetzels pretzel, I hear they have one with cheese now." He licked his chops.
Reagan's phone began to ring again. She picked it up and began to talk. "yes Jr. I got him, you need me for what? Of course! I'll be right there!"
Reagan let out an excited squeal, with a huge smile on her face.
"what are you so bubbly about?" Rand asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a flask.
"I'm getting promoted! Yeee!" Reagan said driving toward the apartment.
"Congratulation Reagan! You deserve it." Dipper said, happy for his friend. She worked so hard and now she's getting rewarded for it.
"Well, well, looks like Jr. Is sizing you up for a fall." Rand said taking another swig from his flask.
"what? How could you say that to your daugther!?" Dipper exclaimed.
"Because she's family and I don't want her to get hurt. Jr. Is gonna pull the rug out from under her like he did to me." he ranted, making Reagan visibily grimace.
"Mr. Ridley, I respect your role as Reagan's father, but I think you need to have more faith in her."
"Ha ha ha! Look at this kid! All respect and common sense, you really are Ford's grandnephew… alright kid, I'll take what you say into consideration." Rand said smiling.
"wow, I've never see you actually tell anyone that you'd take they're opinion into consideration. Dipper, will you do me a favor?"
"Sure Reagan, anything for you." Dipper said immediately freezing.
"Hear that Reagan, He'll do Anything for you… you got it bad kid. Ha!" Rand mocked finishing his flask.
Reagan slammed her foot on the break her face glowing red. They had reached their apartments. "what… I was gonna ask was… would you mind babysitting my father, take him around where he wants to go… for me. I'll even pay you a weeks wage."
"That's okay Reagan, I'll hang out with your dad and you don't have to pay me." Dipper said, his face equally red.
"Thank you, now both of you, get out of my car." Reagan barked as Dipper and Rand exited. They then entered dippers car which was a sleek black sports car, a gift from Jr. For helping with the P.R. stunt in the hollow earth.
"Hop in." he said entering the door and buckling his seat belt.
Rand did the same and surprisingly, buckled up as well.
The two drove to the mall in silence. On the way Rand buttoned up his shirt and smiled at himself in the mirror. "So Dipper, how is Fordsy?"
"I got a letter from him a couple weeks ago saying he and Stan were going to make contacts with the atlanteans. I told him good luck."
"oof, cold kid, your first mission was dealing with those pompous pricks. You know they don't like intruders… so don't expect to see your grand uncle again." Rand tapped his flask. "you got any booze?"
"Like I told you're daughter Mr. Ridley I'm 19… so no beer. Also I call ford my grunkle."
"Pfft, that's dumb did your dumb sister come up with that one?"
"She did in fact…" Dipper growled, he realized then and there how irritating Rand Ridley.
"Ha, I knew of the two of you that you got the brains. It sucks that she makes three times what you do." The mall parking lot was fairly crowded for sunday morning.
"you sure do know a lot about me? You been spying on me?" Dipper tried to joke with Rand but all the old man did was roll his eye.
"pa-leeze kid, I have a million better things to do then spy on some twerp who works with my daugther and happens to live next door." He still had that cocky grin on his face.
I caught you picking out of my trash can when I threw away a bottle of brandy Jr. Gave me. For some reason Jr. Was always doing nice things for Dipper… he didn't know why.
"Ah lighten up kid, I'm only teasing. I happen to know that Reagan thinks highly of you."
"Really?" Dipper parked in a nice spot and pushed his brown hair out of his eyes.
"who do you think keeps me informed on your life… boy you've got her by the short and curlies let me tell you that. Let's just say you're not the only one who would do anything for your crush."
"I don't have a crush on Reagan!" Dipper exclaimed opening the door and exiting the car.
Rand followed and laughed at Dippers upset expression. "Sure you don't kid, come on I need a refill and a cheese filled pretzel, I'll treat ya to some food court to comp the gas… first rounds on me Dipstick."
"Once again, I'm 19, no beer." Dipper followed the cocky strut of Rand.
"Alright then a pepsi for you and a nice flask of jack daniels for me." He said, joy and mirth in his step.
The two entered the mall and Rand inhaled deeply. "Aaah, nothing like the smell of commercial capitilism… the way god intended."
The two made their way pass the stores skirting through the many patrons as they went about their business.
Dipper followed Rand who danced like no one was watching. "you sure like it here?"
"Are you kidding? I love it here! This is where I spent all the good years of my life."
"what about raising Reagan?"
"Eh, second best at least… maybe third best, I did enjoy the 1970's."
Dipper rolled his eyes. What a jerk? How could someone like Reagan be related to this callous.
The two entered the food court and Rand immediately went to wetzel's pretzel to grab his stuff leaving Dipper to grab their table.
The boy sat alone with his thoughts. How could Rand think I have a crush on Reagan. It's not like when she laughs at my jokes my heart sings, or the cute way she plays with her hair makes me smile, or how she is so comfortable about just wearing a lab coat all the time that it makes me flush at how confident she is… uh oh.
No, not again, remember what happened with Wendy and she was only four years older then you… Reagan is eleven years older then you… she probably thinks you're a child and isn't interested. No, there is no way Reagan would love me like that.
"Alright kid! I got a cheese filled pretzel and a flask of jack daniels for me, a cup of pepsi and a burger for you… free of charge." Rand slapped the tray down and took his food and then slid the rest to Dipper.
"where'd you get alchohol in the mall?"
"excellent word play kid, I have a guy who sells it here… now eat." Rand said, his mouth full.
Dipper ate his food and the burger was exactly how he liked it, medium well done and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like pepsi.
"So Dipper, did you mean what you said, about doing anything for Reagan?" Rand asked finishing his food.
Dipper swallowed the bite of burger and wiped his mouth. "Yes, I did… I'd do anything for her."
"then why don't you help me take over cognito inc." Rand said, dropping the bombshell which made Dipper choke on his food.
"what, hack, are you on about?" Dipper tapped his chest with his fist trying to dislodge some of the burger blocking his stomach.
"don't act like you don't know. You're ford's family and the only one from that tree who could hope to match his brains, which means that you're smart enough to know that you can't trust Jr.." Rand said pointing his finger into Dipper's chest.
"what makes you think that I can't trust Jr." Dipper asked, leaning away from the mad eyed Rand.
"because, don't you think it's weird that he gives you gifts like cars and brandy, a big pay check that is equal to Reagan's whose been there since she was fourteen. Come on kid, it's plain as day for smart folk… he's priming you as Reagan's replacement which means he's planning on firing her… he's probably doing it right now as we speak. Come on kid, you care about Reagan and you want her to succeed right? Then help me… all I'd need ya to do is help me convince Jr. To sell you about 20 percent of the company between my savings and yours you could afford and I'd reimburse you when I become ceo… do it for Reagan."
He placed his hand over dippers and looked at him pitifully.
Dipper pulled away and stormed off… unbelievable, that guy will do anything to get back in power… there is no way Jr. Could do that to Reagan… no way, by this time tommorrow Reagan will be the boss of the department heads and Rand will be proven wrong.
"Hey! Where are you going!? You know what? Fine! I was wrong about you! You don't love Reagan, because if you did then you'd help her by helping me! You know she writes poems about you in her journal! You're gonna break her heart!"
Dipper ran out of the mall, Rand's words worming into his brain filling him with anxiety. Tears began to fall on Dipper's face as he ran to his car, fiddled with his keys and entered. He drove away not even taking time to buckle his seat belt.
He drove back home where Reagan was at his front door with a dour expression.
"Oh no, no no, this can't be happening." Dipper ran out of the vechicle, a forced smile on his face. "Reagan? Are you doing okay? How'd the talk with jr go? You got that promotion right?"
A scowl on Reagan's face was all the answer Dipper needed.
"What happened?"
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Dipper followed his boss as she stomped herself to the office. The two went to the elevator and Reagan slammed her hand on the hand pad. It scanned her hand and nearly cracked from the pressure.
"Reagan, would you like some coffee?" Dipper piped up handing her a cup of coffee. "Black, just the way you like it."
Reagan growl at Dipper and snatched the cup from his hand and chugged it. She then brought out a flask then chugged it too.
"Woah, Reagan that's the third one today, slow down please." Dipper said, watchin Reagan shake like a mad woman.
"Stop counting my drinks! You don't know what I'm going through! Shut up! S-shut up…" Reagan's voice cracked.
"Don't let that guy get to you, I can help you."
"H-how? You don't have to deal with someone like that everyday." She was crying, mascara ran down her face which she covered.
"Hey, look at me…" Dipper reached into his pocket and pulled off a handerkerchef which was actually a gift from Reagan for his good work during the atlantis job. He wiped away the mascara from Reagan's face and then pressed It to his nose. "Blow."
Reagan did so, and began to calm.
"T-thank you, I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just so upset. The guy is irritating beyond believe and I can't find anything on him that could show he is a danger to the job." the elevator door ringed and the two exited.
"believe me, I know what you're going through. This guy is just a male mabel, and if anyone knows how to deal with the mabels in the world… it's me." Dipper said. "Let me help you."
"You'd do that for me?" Reagan sounded surprised.
"I told you before Reagan, I'd do anything for you… and that means anything." Dipper replied, his resolve clear. "I promise."
A warm smile appeared on reagans face and she seemed to be finally calm. She then belched in dippers face by accident. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to… I'm so gross." she said, embarrassed.
"No, it's fine, believe me I've seen worse… and besides I don't care if you're gross… it makes me feel proud knowing that you're comfortable enough around me to be who you really are."
Reagan turned her head and cleared her throat. "well, thank you. I'll try to control my myself."
the two entered the department head meeting room where they were all laughing with Brett hand. He had clean cut auburn hair and a blue business suit. He was handsome, no doubt about it but he also had a blank expression which made Dipper think of soos.
"Oh look, it's no fun Reagan and her boy friend, the pine tree monster." Myc snided.
"Myc! I told you to stop spreading rumors about me and my research assistant!" Reagan exclaimed.
"yeah, I'm sure you and him are researching a lot of interestng topics… hey andre get the poor kid some viagra on me, he's gonna need it if he has to pleasure Reagan, ha ha!" Myc said with mocking laughter.
Dipper felt his cheeks go red.
"Hey! I'll have you know that Dipper and me are not dating or having sex, we're just friends and I respect him more then any of you." Reagan beamed with pride.
"Sure, that's not what you're head thoughts said. Hey kid, last night she had a dream you'd be the prince charming to her sleeping beauty and spoiler alert it gets graphic."
Reagan flushed and took a step back.
Dipper put his hand on her shoulder then glared at Myc. "don't let him get to you, I know that we're just friends and I'm fine with that."
Dipper then walked toward the business suit man. "Hey dude, I'm Dipper pines, it's nice to meet you." Dipper extended his hand.
"Brett hand sir, it's nice to be working with someone who is so willing to give approval." He took the hand and gave a firm handshake.
"So I couldn't help but notice that you have a ghost busters watch? You a big fan?" Dipper asked, using the deductive method to try and find out about this guy.
"I am! I love ghostbusters and everything that has to do with the 1980's do you love ghostbusters?"
"I mean, my sister loves it but I was always more of a slasher and horror movie fan." Dipper said, releasing his hand.
"she's sounds cool… so, is Reagan your girlfriend?" Brett hand whispered.
Dipper froze not expecting someone like Brett to be this forward in his questioning.
"Yeah Dipper, tell us how you bend her over the examination table and give her a personal physical." Myc Said, slapping tentacle like a human would slap his knees.
"Or how I caught you writing a love poem and you made me promise not to tell." Gigi added in, she was one the who supported Reagan and Dipper being together though she was going about it in an aggressive way.
"I swear to god! If you don't stop then I'm castrating all of you! Even you gigi."
"But I don't have any… you know?" Gigi pointed to her front area.
"I'll find a way…" Reagan growled but Dipper placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Reagan, calm down, it's okay. They're just teasing."
"Yeah Reagan, if you keep being mean to us then you're boyfriend will cut off your kissy supply. Muah, muah, oh Reagan I love how your hairy lips makes me feel like I'm kissing a guy and your small breasts and flat ass make it all perfect."
"Reagan… the spray?" Dipper asked, his eye twitching at myc's one joke too many.
Reagan looked at Dipper with a mishcievous grin, pulling a remote from her coat and clicking it. "I think that's approbiate."
"spray? What the hell are you on abo–aaah! Oh god it burns! What is this! Ow!" the spray bottle shot out a bright red liquid.
"Super vinegar, something me and Dipper have been working on in case we have to fight more of your kind… thanks for being the test subject Myc." Reagan teased.
"My kind!? You rascist cunt! I will destroy you! As soon as I get my eye sight back…. I will get it back right? Right!?"
"You might, we don't know. Like Reagan said, you are the first test subject, so you tell us."
"you little bastard! I hope you get herpes from Reagan's whore lips! Oh my god, it still burns!why do bad thing happen to awesome people."
The alarm bells around the office began going off as each of the department heads began panicking.
The screen in front of them turns on and Jr. Is on the screen with sweat on his face. "Reagan! You're robot is preparing to reveal the deep state… you, Brett, and Dipper need to make this right, right now!"
Dipper looked at Reagan who froze he turned to Jr. Then saluted him. "Yes sir, it will be done."
"See that it is Dipper, I'm counting on you." The screen shut off and everyone in the room panicked except for three people: Reagan, Dipper, and surprisingly Brett.
"Everyone shut up! I have a plan!" Reagan exclaimed, raising her finger. "Dipper your with me! Brett you stay here and make sure these idiots don't tear the place down."
"Wait Reagan, he should come." Dipper said following close behind.
"What!? I thought you were on my side? You said you'd help me keep him from replacing me."
"Reagan, I am helping you. Neither of us are sociable adept… but he is and if we want to get pass those guards without shots being fired then we need him… it's not cowardly to know your limits." Dipper said, holding Reagan's hand.
The woman's hard eyes softened she then looked forward. "Brett get your shit and meet us outside the office… we are going to stop a robot president."
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the three cognito employees had managed to sneak into the white house by using the presidential escape tunnels.
They exited the basement and raced to the top floor of the building then skirted the hallways.
There was secret service patrolling the area around the oval office. The president was preparing his annoucement of the shadow government to the public.
The three were almost spotted when Brett rose up and talked with the guy. Both Dipper and Reagan grasped the bridge of their noses and expected him to get tazed but instead of that, the guard and Brett did a weird handshake and Dipper chuckled to himself.
"what's so funny?"
"he's a frat boy, that makes sense, most of the secret service were well educated college boys. Which means more then likely they were wild and thus joined a fraternerity. Told you having someone with a high emotional intelligence would be useful."
"Yeah, yeah you were right. Let's go."
The two ran past Brett who immediately followed and they entered the oval office. "stop right there robotus!" Reagan exclaimed.
"Is that what you named it? That is so you?"
"what's that supposed to mean?" Reagan exclaimed pushing Dipper.
"it means you have a knack for makingg cute but terrifying names… it's just so you."
"I mean, wow, uh thanks Dipper, that's really cool of you to say… I mean, I don't need your approval! I mean, I appreciate the compliment… but… uh… I should stop talking."
"Indeed you should." Robotus said cupping his hands together. "Because you are trespassing and I need to prepare for america's ascension to the pinnacle of the world stage."
"Yeah… no." Reagan raised her gun which she had on stun and shot out a emp blast which stunned the robot.
She then pulled out her phone and popped his his. She placed it in his head and began pressing his buttons. "Let's see how patriotic he is when I plug him directly into facebook."
"Reagan, I don't think that's wise." Dipper piped up watching as robotus eyes began to glow and code etched itself on his body.
"it's fine what's the worse that can happen?"
robotus froze after they were done as he put his head right. "you were right Reagan. America doesn't deserve my insubordination."
"glad to see you come to your senses… now are you gonna do as the deep state commands." Reagan gloated, talking to the machine like a mother would to her child.
"No, I plan to obliterate the human race so that the earth can be renewed." Robotus slitted his eyes and grabbed Reagan by the throat pushing her backward and then walking up to the secret telephone in his office.
"Hello pentagon, yes arm all the nukes and target them for… hmmm, everywhere." he said on the line then he began to glare at the three humans.
"Now, you'll be the first to die… consider it a reward for opening my eyes." he came closer as Dipper aimed his gun at his head but robotus ran forward punching Dipper in the chest knocking the wind out of him.
Brett pulled out a can of jet fuel then used a lighter to ignite it blowing it in the robots face melting his face to reveal his exoskeleton.
The president then aimed his kick at Brett's leg nearly breaking it. The man screamed as he fell and got beaten up.
"Now if you don't mind, I've got a date with destiny."
"you're gonna stand her up!" Reagan exclaimed holding her gun at the man.
"Oh please you won't shoot…. I'm too important… I'm your peak, your magnum opus, and your perfectionist personality won't allow you to destroy me." he gloated.
"you know me pretty well but you've forgotten my biggest hr complaint… I'm difficult to deal with!" a blast of the red ray cut off robotus's legs and left arm as he fell to the ground.
Reagan breathed heavily as she leaned against the wall and took in a breath. "Oh my god, it's over."
"Reagan! That was amazing, I'm so proud of you!" Dipper exclaimed getting and patting Reagan on her back… he knew that she didn't like hugs and he respected that.
The scientist smiled warmly. "yeah, it was… woo! I'm a bad ass!"
Brett groaned and gave both Reagan and Dipper a thumbs up.
"so, are you gonna give him a chance?"
"Yeah, I think I will…" she said looking at Brett as she held him up.
"Alright if Brett is gonna be my co-team leader then he'll need to hold his liquor… so Dipper beer run."
"Okay, but if I'm the designated driver you have to sit in the back."
"And why is that?"
"Because, you cried about your father and mother saying you wished they got along then tried to give me road head."
Reagan blushed and turned away. "s-shut up!" she exclaimed pushing Dipper, preparing to leave the white house.