after realizing who exactly he had bumped into, he nodded, moving back. never in a million years did he expect to see the former first lady in line at small, gritty restaurant, but life seemed to be throwing curveballs at everyone lately. â my apologies, maâam, really. â he stressed, the underlying tone not just suggesting his small encounter with the woman just seconds ago. as he handed his card to the owner, he nodded, â here, let me. least i can do. â
letting out a small laugh as she saw him begin to smile. âoh, wow, iâm sorry, am i not allowed to eat?â in reality, she was going to leave here after eating just to party all night, but was that important right now? stepping forward towards the counter, the side of her body brushing against his, she ordered her food before turning her head and asking, âfor here, right?â finishing up her order and transaction, she turned to the other, âguess youâre stuck with me for dinner, huh? how lucky are you?â
â i am so sorry, miss, please forgive me. â he teased, poking fun at the formalities that were often thrown at her. as she neared closer to him, he sucked in breath. he hated that this was the relationship between the two and that they had grown this banter between them. at her words, he smirked, shaking his head. â god, guess i just canât rid of you. â as he walked towards the booth, he turned back to flash the girl a wide grin. â looks like itâs gonna be a long night. â
âMight as well charge it toâŠI donât know, professional development? Or is that misappropriation of funds?â He teased lightly as he took a seat relaxing into the thin cushion of the typical restaurant chair. âWorking late, you know how it is,â Arlo stated as he glanced at the other, âI donât know I meanâŠyesterday was rough, Iâve known Reeves since he endorsed me in TexasâŠand, I just keep thinking about Isa and the kids,â he muttered messing with his hair. âYou know, I saw Ed the night before and Iâm trying to piece things together, none of it seems right, itâs just not sitting wellâŠI donât know maybe there is no reason,â he shrugged ordering them a bottle of wine to split. âThe damn fight for justice just wonât quit in me, apparently,â he scoffed slightly with a chuckle.Â
with a laugh, drew shrugged at his words, before sinking back into the chair. He knew that arlo took his job seriously and always committed himself to the best of his abilities, so it was no surprise when he heard the man speak so intently about getting justice for his friend. with a small, half-hearted smile, he replied, â itâs crazy. It is just... i mean shocking that one minute everything is perfect and the next america has completely changed. â shaking his head, he reached for his drink. â i mean, damn, i canât imagine the fight that will be. nothing but good luck to you, brother. â
he was alone â something that was not unusual for charlie. however, eating out wasnât something he normally did. despite all of his faults, he was a damn good cook. tonight he just wanted to unwind and eating a good meal was just step one of that plan. he stood in line scrolling through his phone looking for a movie to watch when he finally made it home. he had a dark chocolate cake and a bottle of whiskey that he was calling his name. when the person in front of him bumped into him he smiled and said,  â no problemo bud, i was a bit distracted. â  he held up his phone to further explain his reason for the collision.
with a slight turn of his head, drew nodded at his words, smiling in response. the manâs face seemed to remind of him of someone drew knew, but god, for some reason he just could not quite face it. it was unusual for drew to not remember faces or names, he prided himself on being the â best in d.c. â when it came to networking, but here he stood, drawing a blank. then, like a bolt of lightning had struck him, the man turned around. â you are on SNL, right ?! i knew i recognized you somewhere ! â
â shit . â he audibly mutters, about to sprint as soon as he sees that familiar face . he âs made an effort to steer clear of the white house, barring his personal duties, and that includes the people within it . no matter how he personally feels about the worker, he can ât handle the formalities, the expectation of vulnerability anymore . all he wants is to eat his curry in peace, but that âs not likely to happen anymore . he pastes on the charming grin he âs become known for, nodding at the familiar face . â no problem, man . â maybe he can keep this casual and quick .Â
it seemed as if no matter where drew were to go, he was bound to run into someone from the white house. he just didnât think it would be someone who used to reside in the home. with a small smile, drew nodded his head at the boyâs words. he knew the poor guy must have hated all the pity he was receiving in the past months, but still, drew couldnât help but let the tension grow as the obvious elephant in the room of america come creeping in. â iâm so sorry, man. honestly, i canât imagine what it must be like for you. â and itâs true, for a moment all the bullshitting he has to write fades away and drew shares a real, vulnerable truth. â maybe food can help patch some it. câmon, iâll buy yours, my treat for almost knocking you over. â
hi again ! sorry i didnât get on last night like i planned, something came up, but i can PROMISE i am here for the rest of the night! if i havenât plotted with you yet, i would love to.Â
also,,, iâm itching to bring another chara.. so yâall should def drop your mw fcs ;)Â
hey everyone ! i will be getting to replies asap, sorry i havenât been on the past couple of days, i was pretty busy, but if anyone wants to plot, iâll be here all night and i would love to get plots and threads going with all of you !
Zara was running on fumes â she didnât think sheâd gotten more than an hour or two of sleep over the past couple of days, or weeks, really, having to deal with the press and the aftermath of the assassination and the funeral of the former president, too. The thought of cooking was enough to distract her so sheâd basically lived on takeout and starbucks over the last couple of weeks, and tonight was no different. Her eyes were glued to her phone as she scrolled through the endless amount of emails she kept receiving, barely noticing that she was about to walk straight into the counter â only to be stopped by a shoulder bumping into her. She looked up, a sigh of relief pushing past her lips at the sight of Drew. âOf course not,â she teased with a grin, pocketing her phone before continuing, âand is there a reason why you didnât invite me out for food when you know Iâve practically been starving in the office the last couple of hours?â
it was no secret that since the initial panic in september, there had been an unease within america. americanâs felt unsafe and the people in power felt unable to provide substantive solace. it was a difficult situation and drew knew that he wasnât the only one who felt that way. almost all of his colleagues, some who were dear friends of his, had to deal with in in much more difficult ways. while drew hid behind the curtain, simply writing speeches that were edited a billion times before they even reached the desk of the president, zara had to go out and face the american people every day. looking up, he smiled at the woman, a chuckle escaping his lips. â i must have forgot. no other reason than that, i would be stupid to say otherwise. â he joked. â i thought you werenât going to leave the office tonight, you looked like you had a ton of work. â
the assassination. the funeral. washington d.c. was turned inside out and the citizens didnât seem to know what was going to happen next. cleo didnât know the former president, wasnât as devastated as others in the city, but she felt the loss as did all the citizens of the united states. she needed to get out of her apartment, out of her own head, and she couldnât think of a better way to do that then to stuff her face. she had been to the indian restaurant many times since she had lived in d.c., it had become one of her go-to spots and she had even gotten to know the owner and his staff. walking in, she began digging through her purse to get her credit card so that she could pay for her to-go order. as she took a step towards the counter, she felt her body collide with another and only then did she look up. âoh!â she paused when she realized who it was. him. âhey. it was- uh.. my bad. no need to apologize.â
the sight of the woman startled him. sure, they had seen each other a few times over the years since they had... broken it off, but he never thought he would run into her in a small, indian restaurant. apparently, life had different plans. drew prided himself on his smoothness, the fact that his charm could talk him out of several unpleasant situations, but as he eyed the woman across from him, he could feel his heart beating heavier and heavier as each second passed. â i-uh.. itâs okay. â he smiled, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he had since he was little, to try to calm the anxiety that was bubbling up inside him. â do you come here often ? â drew asked, before realizing how cheesy it sounded. with a laugh, he shook his head. â iâm sorry, i just, iâve never seen you around here. â
maddie needed a break from everything, everything was moving at about three hundred miles per hour and she needed to step off. ducking herself into the first restaurant she saw, hoping to have some peace and quiet for at least five minutes. of course her eyes were glued down to her phone as she walked up, not paying any attention, just to feel someoneâs shoulder bump right into her. looking up from her phone, she saw that it was drew apologizing, a smug smile growing on her face. âwell, look who it is. who knew i would find you in a tiny indian restaurant?â
drew couldnât believe his eyes. what were the odds that out of every restaurant in d.c. he would have to run into the flirty, second daughter of the united states. letting out a sigh, the man wanted to dismiss her tone and try to stay serious, but he couldnât help but let a small smile tug at his lips. â what are the odds ? â leaning against the counter, he cocked his head up. â shouldnât you be out living it up with your friends ? â
       the initial shock of what her coworkers had done. they were dedicated to their cause but she didnât think that they would go as far as murder. once covering the stories, they now WERE them and valeria didnât know to feel about that. they had been her friends, they got on well, she had never seen this side of them and that made her worry that they got in far too deep with whatever they were pursuing. there was a lot of work to be done in terms of reporting and recent events had only fired up the woman further. she was rushing to make a reservation for her and her wife but she must have stepped out a little too early as she collided with the male in front. âno, it was my fault.â looking up at him, valeria recognised him, from where? she wasnât yet certain.
drew was good with names, he actually credited the skill to helping him in d.c., a place where most people loved to feel remembered. but, now, as he looked at the woman who stood across from him, he felt a stir in his gut. he was certain she didnât want to be remembered. the washington post had certainly had made itâs place in history with the recent events, and it seemed like drew had memorized the face of every journalist in d.c. as a consequence. nodding, he smiled, â youâre all good. â he mentioned, sighing. he wanted to turn around and leave it alone, but once again his curiosity got the best of him again. â you work at the post, right ? âÂ
Waving his hand off as if to tell the other it was no bother at all - it truly wasnât. After all, heâd chosen to set up shop, and drink, at the bar. And, heâd managed to grab one of the last stools that bumped right up against where others ordered. Arlo had been working late, which consequently landed him at the tiny Indian joint before heading back to Georgetown. Taking a sip of his Pinot Grigio it wasnât until then that the District Attorney glanced over to who bumped into him. âAh, shit Drew, hey lets get a table,â Arlo nodded to his fellow Texan with a slight smile. âIndianâs one of those foods you need to share, right?â He offered. âIâve got the first round,â the DA offered.
drew immediately recognized who he bumped into, his eyes glancing over at the male before smiling in response. he had known arlo since he came to d.c., his parents introducing the pair, now they were good friends. â sure, sounds good with me, â the man began, making his way to the nearest booth. with a laugh, drew sat down. â alright, if youâre buying man. you okay ? â
it wasnât often that giorgia had a moment to breathe. being the vice president of the united states meant she was on call twenty-four seven, not that she minded, the duties of the role kept her mind off the fact that her life was slowly falling apart, though, nights like this â one on one time with her husband put her on edge. the guilt of being an unfaithful wife was sometimes too much to bear.
despite the secret service agents guarding every inch of the establishment, it was a quiet night, which giorgia appreciated, sometimes the pressures of the role could be overwhelming. every bit of peace she got, not that it had happened often in the past two months, she was grateful for it.
returning from the bathroom, the small brunette began to make her way back to her table until she felt her shoulder clash with someone else. quickly, her focus shot over to the person in question. she immediately recognised him from the white house. god, she could never get away could she? though, maybe it was a blessing in disguise, a way to avoid more â alone time â with her husband. â oh, donât worry about it. itâs fine. â she reassured with a weak smile. â speech writer, right? â
of course, drewâs eyes had gazed the cars parked on the sidewalk, the man standing mysteriously straight and still outside the restaurant doors, but it never once crossed his mind that someone from the white house was visiting. the gang of secret service agents was common with every politician, something that he had just become used to. he introduced every person who was new to d.c. with the line â you canât say you are from d.c. till you get stuck in traffic behind the presidentâs motorcade. â how cutesy of him.Â
sure, charm could be dangerous, a thin line that the man teetered between douchebag and gentleman, but he was a concrete believer in taking chances. â if you donât mind me asking, what are you doing here ? â he gestured, looking around. â thought you would be dining with the michelin star chefs. â
with the funeral of the former president, the past few days had been a whirlwind for d.c. ( that was saying something considering what a time the past couple of a months had been ) so, as a way to relax, drew decided to treat himself to a meal. it wasnât anything huge, just a small restaurant in the business district that had the absolute best indian food one could imagine. making his way inside, he smiled at the familiar face of the owner behind the counter. â hey man. â he grinned, reaching for his wallet, before turning, his shoulder bumping into another. â iâm sorry, â drew began, shaking his head. â didnât see ya there. â
( sam claflin. thirty-one. male. he/him. ) â· ( andrew mcdonald ) has been spotted running around the white house. they have been a ( speechwriter ) for ( two years ). the cameras show them to be ( passionate, empathetic, & adaptable ) while others report them to be ( quick-tempered, blunt, & impulsive ) . will they survive this term in the white house and create history? only time will tell.Â
hi, everyone ! iâm rose and i am literally sooo excited for this rp. when i say i have been looking for a political rp for a long time, iâm not kidding, and this just looks absolutely perfect, i am so happy. anyways, if you would like to know a bit more about drew, please just look under the cut !
first off, this is my man, andrew. i have adapted him a bit to fit in this rp, but he is one of my favorite characters i have ever written and i am so excited to get to play him again, in a new revamped, sort of way! so, iâll try to make this short, but i apologize in advance if this is terribly long.
andrew âdrewâ mcdonald was born in dallas, texas on march 25, 1987. he is an aries, btw.
his family were incredibly wealthy. his dad was a lawyer at one of the biggest firms, while his mother was a homemaker. while on the outside it seemed as if drew had an amazing life, beyond the pristine white picket fence ( more like mansion doors ) there was trouble in paradise.
his mom and dad hated one another with a burning passion and werenât afraid to take it out on their kids. there was no physical abuse, but the two constantly pitted their children against one another. the family wanted to look perfect and that meant having the best optics for their family, which meant every child had to be perfect.
however, for drew this proved to be somewhat of a challenge. the boy already had middle child syndrome. feeling as if he was neither of his parents favorite along with the competition between his brothers. his older brother was excellent at sports and was a prodigy when it came to football, while his younger brother was incredibly intelligent, excelling especially when it came to math and science.
drew felt as if he was mediocre, average at best, and struggled with pleasing his family. they were always harsh on him, expecting to do everything his brothers were doing. if he was captain of the football team, why should he even participate? if he wasnât first in his class, why was he even worrying about his grades? if he wasnât perfect, what was the point?
when he told his parents he wanted to major in english, they looked at him sideways, completely dismissing his hopes. there was no money in that career, therefore he wasnât allowed to go down that path, but nevertheless, drew dared to. he applied for american university, and though his grades werenât the best, his writing truly shined. for him, writing was his only way of expressing himself, the only way he could be free, and finally someone was recognizing it.
his parents were not ecstatic about his choice of career, majoring in english was something they were not excited to mention to their friends when they asked what their son was doing, but they still paid his way through, after drew had pleaded with them to do so. it was on the one condition that he would not get in trouble: he would be the all american boy his parents wanted once and for all. of course, drew thought this was attainable, but his future had different plans.
after one night of heavily drinking, drew made the mistake of getting behind the wheel. he was turning, when he collided with another car. drew was fine, left with only a few scratches, meanwhile the woman on the other end was not so lucky. while there were no fatal injuries, she was paralyzed after the accident. drew didnât know what to do.
his parents settled case for him, not wanting to bring any dirt to their family name, but they threatened to cut off drew. he had spiraled into a depression after the wreck, and no matter how much he disagreed with his parentsâ actions, he knew he couldnât lose them. so, he promised them that he would do whatever they wanted from him, which came at a massive cost.
since he was attending american university, his parents insisted that he change his major to political science. they knew a few politicians and promised they could him an internship, so of course, drew complied. he already dealt with the shame of feeling like the black sheep of his family and he didnât want to have to deal with anything else.
he graduated and began to intern for a senator from massachusetts. he worked his way up from getting coffee to actual assisting with campaigns and in the offices. while working on a campaign, he shadowed a speechwriter, and constantly begged to help write speeches. soon enough, his begging seemed to finally wear, and he was able to sit in on a few speechwriting meetings, which eventually landed him a job as a speechwriter.
fast-forward a few years later and he became one of the senior speechwriters for the speaker of the house. then, on that fateful day in september, he felt his life had changed. suddenly, he was a speechwriter for the president of the united states, it was unthinkable.
now, drew is running about the white house, trying to get all of his speeches in on time. he is trying his hardest to not fuck anything up. now, his parents happily claim him as their own, of course having a son who works in the west wing is always something to brag about, but sometimes, drew wonders what would happen if he had pursued a degree in english. If he hadnât given into his parents wishes and tried to survive on his own.
also, the settlement he reached after his accident still plagues him. it is something he has hidden and he knows it would ruin his career if anyone were to ever find out. the anxiety and depression he had after the accident has lessened back, but in times of major stress, he often feels those come back.
personality wise, drew is a workaholic ( like most people in d.c. ) but when he is very chill in basically every other sense. he is a nice guy, a southern gentleman if you would ( that texas charm is still in him ) but also, if i could compare him to any mix of characters it would be : dan from veep , phil from modern family , and josh from the office. i know, a weird mix, but he is an enigma! oh, also, idk if anyone watches/listens to pod save america, but⊠drew is definitely jon favs⊠itâs ridiculous.
i will have a page of connections up soon, i promise !! i know i said this would be short⊠i am so sorry it was not. but i would love to plot with all of you!
