C O R I N N E.

40. political consultant. dc. 

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maximcortez·:

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It’s rude, isn’t it? This is Oliver’s wedding, and Vir’s first one. 

This is white-people romantic comedy shit. But his girl is well, the ideal romantic comedy lead; all curves and wide blue eyes, fluttering eyelashes that make him lose his mind and start thinking about his future. And a whitey. And until recently, that future had been Max and large sum of cash, laughing at Washington collapses into flames. The vision has changed - so while he twirls Corinne around the dance floor for the eightieth time, he’s affirmed he’s making the right choice. “Come with me.” She mutters something about wanting to shake her ass to Rack City, but he ignores her; she can do that for him on Monday. The dock is beautiful, but Max is aiming for an inch of privacy (and respect for the grooms). Tugging Corn through a sea of dancers and drunken guests, they break into the night air. Awaiting them is Solange, clad in an outfit that’s high-fashion enough to earn raves, but too indie for her to be accused of copying post-Lemonade Beyonce. His girl loves ethnic people - him, Solange, Seal. And hey, that’s two more then William Bell. 

  “Corinne Morrissss.” Like cbc!suki’s singing caterpillar sensation, Solange breathes Corinne’s name into the night air, on a wave of heavenly notes. Max holds Corinne to his chest, touching her cheek gently as Solange breaks out into a rendition of Seal’s Kiss from a Rose. She’s accompanied by a choir and full band, paid an extra thousand or toss a rose their away, every verse or so. The moon is high in the sky, bathing them in its light - thought he’d spent plenty on candles and lights, to surround them as Solange sings on. He’s a little chilly and eager to get on with it, but he waits it out for Corinne; allowing her to enjoy the full extent of his romantic genius. The final chords cry out, and Solange replaces her microphone with a candle - while Max pulls away from Corinne, and lowers himself onto a single knee. Reaching into his suit pocket, he produces a box - Cartier, as Sybil had helped him pick out - and cracks it open, to reveal a dazzling ring. 

  “Corinne Morris, I love you. And I’m tired of playing games, fucking around - I want to give you my last name. Will you do me the honor, of your hand in marriage?” 

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about her own wedding tonight. The missing bride in white let her envision herself in the position. Her Oscar De La Renta twinkling under fairy lights, diamond sitting snuggly on her left ring finger, all being right in the world. It’s personal fantasy but if there’s anyone in the world she wished to share it with it’d be Max. Though there’s a little voice in her head questioning if he was going to be the one. Other names— possibilities, swam around in her mind. Though she chalks it up to nerves and indecision. He was the only face that fit in her fantasy.

What overthinking she was doing, Max halts when he pulls her off the dance floor. A quickie at a wedding? Sexy, but for once she doesn’t want to leave the party. It’s cold out there and quite frankly she can’t think of any reason a conversation needed to happen away from all those ears. Though her complaints are met by an impeccably dressed Solange and she’s speechless. And she’s singing Corinne’s name, while Corinne is frozen in place— mostly because holy fuck Solange, but also a strapless dress and a cold dock.

“What—” it comes out with a breath whisper as she’s pressed up against Max’s chest. A culmination of everything she loves, alongside the man she loves and in hindsight she probably should have seen it coming but she’ll use the cold as an excuse. Max is on his knee and she’s trying exceptionally hard to not cry. It’s the perfect ring and perfect proposal and before he can even finishing speaking, she’s nodding and wiping the tears from her eyes. 

“Oh my god yes— a million times yes,” finally, her wedding binder will go to good use.

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↷ royisms‌:

    There was something in her friendship with Corinne that was so reminiscent of her youth, and it was, sometimes, hard to pin-point what it was. Sprawled out on her couch in an old Harvard tee and a pair of sport shorts she’d once bought in her unfulfilled promise she’d start working out, this was one of the times she knew exactly why the other’s company was so refreshing. Even when they both worked in politics and their lives mostly revolved around them, a pyjama party with more than enough bottles of wine and Leonardo DiCaprio versus Ryan Gosling chit-chat was just what she needed. “You’re crazy, Titanic Leo could beat Basketball diaries Leo’s ass anytime,” she shook her head disapprovingly as Corinne passed her the bottle of wine. At this point, she’d given up on her glass and brought the bottle up to her lips to take a sip. With a thoughtful hum, she took in the question and made a pause as she searched in the depths of her memory to find the answer. A Senator’s office. “I think the parking lot of some movie theatre.” There was a beat before she clarified, “I was in a car, not just…” her hands moved in the air as she tried to explain herself without actually using her words. “But I’m not much of a fan of public sex, I think it’s tacky – and men are very self-aware,” she gave the other a knowing look before taking another swig of wine. “How about you? And also, who was it with?”

As she chews on a chocolate chip she watches Amanda’s face change expressions, grappling with whatever truth she deicides to tell Corinne. Whether she’s trying to remember specifics or come up with a believable lie, Corinne can’t tell but that’s what makes it all the more fun. “Oh come on,” Corinne says shaking her head, excess wine making the corners of her vision blur. “There’s no way it’s just a parking lot—” A drunken giggle interrupts her speech, “A car! just a car! Okay the tackiness i get but there’s gotta be more than just a car,” Another sip of wine before she starts again. “Ok well I blow you out of the water, I’ve had car sex more times than I can count,” She ponders for a few beats, deciding if she should tell her about her own little social climbing incident. Though as much as Amanda is a friend, there’s no telling if it’d stay between them. “Well I’ve done it in a confessional booth, a bathroom in the empire state building, and the New York Public Library,” she says matter of factly. “Confessional with my high school boyfriend, and the others with my college boyfriend,” she shrugs her shoulders as though the information is banal.   

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11:30 and Will was regretting the the length of the party, to be sure. He’d gone upstairs to escape the noise for a few minutes, definitely feeling as though he was crashing already. The alcohol, even if he’d indulged sparingly, perhaps hadn’t helped. Sitting on the edge of the mattress in the master bedroom, Will loosened his tie with a wince, eyes down when the door opened. “I’m fine, darling,” he offered - assuming it was Cindy checking in when he heard the high heels on the hardwood. “Just needed a moment to -” he finally looked up, blinking when he recognized the blonde hair was not, in fact, his wife’s. “Ah - Corinne. Was there something you need?”

A new year, a fresh start. Though Corinne had helped plan this party weeks in advance, its success was only heightened by recent events— there’s a Cartier ring on her finger and a wedding date in her near future. Corinne’s been making her rounds, thanking and smiling. Pouring and chatting. Securing the last little bit of support. Though being passed around the room like a bottle of Moët had grown tiring. As everyone in the party convened in the living room, with a quick kiss pressed to Max’s cheek she snuck off upstairs for a few moments of serenity. Once she reached the landing he had a vague sense of her surroundings. Curse Will’s stupid big house with its many stupid doors. She treads down the hall carefully hoping not to find any red room-like surprises. She tries a door and to her luck it opens— though instead of a washroom, she finds Will sat on a bed loosening his tie. “Oh sorry I-I thought this was the bathroom,” she says sheepishly not moving from her spot in the doorway. “Oh no nothing, just wanted a breather, and to get out of these heels for a bit,” her free hand dropping to her ankle to help illustrate her point. “Mind if I have a seat?”

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joedamatojr·:

With Millie gone, Joe returns to his usual self when in Corinne’s company. “Well, it’s working, isn’t it?” 

In contrast, Joe keeps his gaze on Corinne, perhaps even a little frustrated she refuses to meet his. The entire situation was annoying to him, too. Even before Max was involved. The way she got under his skin, annoying. The way it bothered him when she walked in with Max, annoying. But the way she snaps at him again? He nearly smiles. “I’m not exactly holding you at gunpoint, Corinne,” he mutters.  

At her question, he pauses. “Because Millie wants me to.” Not entirely untrue. Then, a little more honestly, “And I’d rather dance with you than see you dance with someone else.”  

“Oh it’s working alright,” she mutters as they step slowly, in time with the music. It was like the tango scene in Mr & Mrs Smith, minus all the sexual tension of Brad and Angelina and a knife holster on her thigh for her to stab Joe with. 

She rolls her eyes dramatically and quickly rebuttals, “No but quite frankly it feels like it though,” In the few beats of silence there is between them she thinks, gaze still on him but with a softened expression. She could have said no, if that’s what she really wanted. Yet she somehow made the conscious decision to say yes to the dance. 

The corners of her lips upturn into the beginnings of a smile. Using his daughter was a nice touch, she must admit. “Oh really,” she says laughing lightly. It was hard to take him seriously when he said nice things about her. “I think that’s just about the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she says snaking the hand that once sat atop his shoulder behind his neck. “I’ll give you brownie points because I nearly believed it,”

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↷ sisters in arms | @delilahcconnelly​

Any meal could be greatly improved with the addition of alcohol. In fact, most anything would be improved with the addition of alcohol. Exhibit A: brunch at the Mayflower. On any normal week she would have waited til at least 11:30 but today was a crisis that demanded mimosas at 9am. And who better to share them with than her guiding light in the storm, her tri-delt sister in arms, Delilah Connelly. Taking a long sip from her morning sangria she begins her questioning, “What do you do in a time of crisis? When everything feels out of control and despite your deepest desire to set everything straight— the way you want it, you can’t?” A loaded question. She’s hoping that somehow the fresh pitcher of Sangria would entice her to stay.

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↷ rehearsal dinner | @joedamatojr​

A few months back it was an engagement party, then a month later Corinne was asked to be a bridesmaid and now here they are; the day of the rehearsal dinner. Corinne would be happy if her assigned groomsmen didn’t bore her to death. Jamie, 42, Orthodontist, mediocre dilf, and competitive chess amateur. She didn’t hate him, she just couldn’t stand to sit across from him for hours on end listening to him talk. Though it was a great improvement from her other option which was Joe, plus she didn’t mind getting driven around in his little red porsche. Gift in one hand, Jamie’s hand in the other, they step into the dining room of The Dupont Circle Hotel and are immediately greeted by an excited Harper and Jack who point them towards the seating arrangements. They sit with the last two seats open next to Corinne, she greets the surrounding members of her table only to look up and See Joe— late, and his companion bridesmaid approaching their table. “You two got the best seats in the house,” says Jamie in his embarrassingly dad like way as Corinne struggles to keep a strained smile on her face.

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↷ basketball diaries | @royisms​

Pyjama clad with a large glass bowl of edible cookie dough on her stomach. She’s splayed on the floor of her living room, legs propped up against her ottoman. Not moving from her very comfortable position she haphazardly pours more rosé before handing the bottle to a nearby Amanda. “No no, I think I pick Leo in the Basketball diaries over Romeo and Juliette and the Titanic,” She says propping herself up on her shoulders to take a sip of wine. On the rank of adult sleepovers, these kind are a very close second. Some middling rom-com on her tv, too many bottles of wine and authentic juvenile conversation with someone she holds dear. She hums for a beat “Oh okay, I’ve got one! Where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” She says before taking another spoonful of cookie dough. “You go first, I know my answer,”

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↷ times a tickin’ | @silassanford​

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀twas a Tuesday night. A wine bar; moderately packed. People just like her; blondes with loose curls and men with slack ties. She sat patiently sipping a manhattan, as her nails chatter against the glass of her cellphone. Silas was one of those people who was nearly impossible to get a hold of— she hadn’t seen a single call, or email or text, it was almost as though her assistant was screening him. Seemingly, meetings with him only existed on his terms and never her’s. But suddenly, like a light in the dark; a bright red circle appeared at the top right corner of her email app. An invitation for drinks and important discussion. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Decked in Cher Horowitz pink, she gazes around the room. Lifting her glass to her lips, she takes a sip before spotting him. With a bright smile she stands to greet him with an embrace.”I was beginning to think you hated me, Mr.senator,” her tone playful as they both take their seats. She waves over a waitress before continuing, “But I’m glad you’ve invited me out for a serious matter, whatever that may be.”

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↷ | @annekane​

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Corinne was elbow deep in starch water and potato shavings attempting to blow a stray piece of hair out of her face. She stood in Anne’s kitchen helping with the prep for her apple potato latkes. Although Corinne could cook— she was an exceptional recipe follower, she never quite found herself in her kitchen for longer than twenty minutes. It was like she was afraid of it. On a timed trial to see in how little time she could get everything done. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Though right now there was no rush, she and Anne made pleasant conversation as they each managed their delegated task. “You know—” she started as she agitated the potato-ed water. “My mother never let me in the kitchen. It was strictly her area of the house— not even our house keeper was allowed in there unless my mother said so,” she says absentmindedly. “This is nice though, I like being here in the kitchen with you,” she adds with a smile.

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joedamatojr·:

Joe’s grin is fixed in place as they interact, and it grows even wider when Corinne accepts the dance. That is, until she mentions who she’s with and he lazily rolls his eyes. “Your boyfriend? You can say it. We both saw.” It bothered him when he saw them together, and it bothers him now when she makes the slip, and he cares little to hide it in his tone. “Plus, he’s all over your Instagram. Old news.”

“And miss that face you just pulled? No chance.” After letting Millie go, Joe takes Corinne’s hand, the other against the small of her back and leads her to the dance floor. “Why…” He begins as they take their place, voice low, and once she’s opposite him he asks, “Do you prefer it when I’m direct with you?”

“Oh right I’m sorry, I forgot your my part time instagram stalker,” She says tone laced with sarcasm. She watches as Millie runs off, waving at her before facing Joe again. “It’s like your sole purpose on this earth is to annoy me,” she shakes her head lightly.

She casts a glance around the room, scanning for Max. She’s half hoping he’ll notice the pair and swoop in but the hand on her lower back makes her feel otherwise. Tightlipped, she places her right hand in Joe’s and left atop his shoulder. Though few in the room would care, she can’t help but look around at the crowd. Joe’s words pull her from the recesses of her mind. The absurdity of his statement leaves her stuttering. “I actually much prefer it when you don’t talk to me at all,” she says before looking off in the other direction. As the music starts, she has yet to meet his eye again. “Why me?” she asks simply.

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 joedamatojr·:

Joe looks down at the way Corinne holds the girl’s hand and he blinks between them both. He hadn’t expected the kid to go down this direction, possibly even a little off-script. Perhaps ‘a dance’ doesn’t translate well into ‘a fuck’ for six-year-olds. 

“Her mom…” Joe pauses; always a bad liar, he wastes time trying to think of a good story. Luckily, the kid chimes in with in a disheartened, “I don’t want to talk about mom.” 

“She doesn’t want to talk about mom,” Joe shakes his head, returning his gaze to Corinne. The way she remains frosty towards him in front of a child makes him feel some type of way, or perhaps he’s still thinking of the way she said ‘daddy’. “But you are talked about. Mostly when telling trouble here what not to be when she’s older.” The remark slips from his lips, which earns him a pinch from the girl. 

More and more people gather towards the dance floor and the kid leans her head into Joe’s chest and pouts her lips, “Are you not going to dance with my daddy?” Joe glances at Corinne, raising his brows and shrugging in a ‘up to you’ manner.

Corinne can’t stop herself from pouting at the little one’s declaration of her dismay for her mother. Either she’s a heartless wench or Joe drove a woman to the point of insanity...she’s banking on the later. 

  “Oh, I’m sorry princess,” she says to her before meeting eyes with Joe again. Though she can’t stop herself from rolling her eyes at his comment. “Because I’m such a bad influence right?”  She says  trying to hide her smile. 

Now its Corinne’s turn to look between Joe and his tiny companion. She pauses for tension before sighing and facing his daughter. “I’ll have one dance with daddy, but only because you asked so nicely,” she says before looking back at Joe. “One dance only I’m here with my bo— with someone,” She extends her hand as an invitation to the dance floor. “You coulda’ just asked me directly you know,” she whispers. 

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joedamatojr·:

When Corinne walked in with Max, Joe pointed the blonde out to the kid and told her he’d double the price if she puts it on strong and it ends with a dance. . 

Corinne’s expression is louder than her tone, which is more sour than usual, but Joe remains confident. It’s not the first time their conversations started out this way, but it was the first time a child was involved. 

“O-kay… First of all, kid.” Joe forces a chuckle, though of course all an act. “Think you can put those claws aw–”

“Is this the one you always talk about, daddy?” What the fuck? This brat better stop doing this, he thinks to himself whilst she flashes a smile; a well-practised, infallible, Hollywood smile. “She’s pretty.” 

“Sure… Yeah… No, I–” He looks to Corinne. “Probably isn’t the best time to talk about the who, what, where’s.”

Whereas normally she would have either snapped or flipped him the bird and walked off  in the presence of a child— his child, she opts to maintain her composure. She opens her mouth to rebuttal but they’re both interrupted by a little voice. 

At first Corinne melts but then her brain finally catches what the little one says. She takes a step towards the girl in Joe’s arms and takes her tiny hand in her own (and again her heart flutters) “Aren’t you just the sweetest,” Corinne smiles at her before casting a glance at Joe, “Is that true daddy? Am I really the one you always talk about?” She raises an eyebrow as he stutters through an answer. 

She lets go of the little one’s hand and adds “Right, I’m sure it’s all one big ‘ol complicated mess. Stuff kids don’t need to hear about,” she dismiss the topic with a wave of her hand. “Glad to know I’m an important topic of conversation in your home, I’m sure her mom must love that,”

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↷ open | ???

For a wedding filled to the brim with political types it was home to a surprising amount of children. She wasn’t sure how people so overly dedicated to their work life could have these many kids— though she wasn’t complaining about their presence. In fact she adored the little suit and ties and ball gowns and little flats. Had it not been for the occasional chat or sip of wine she would have danced with the little ones all night. She was the interim babysitter nobody hired but everyone was grateful for.

Though after a while the alcohol and dehydration unfortunately caught up with her. She was fortunate enough to be awarded a break as all the little ones fucked off to go annoy their parents for the next hour or so. This lapse allowed Corinne to stumble out of the main hall in the search for a washroom to puke in or splash her face with water— whichever came first.

But she was going to have to find it first, “sorry—” she says, stopping a passerby “Washroom? Do you know where that is?”

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joedamatojr·:

“Honey, what’d I say about talking to strangers?”

Joe may be two hundred dollars short, but it’s a wedding, he’s bored, and everyone’s a little horny. 

The little girl, clearly meant for the big screen, shined amongst the most fitting audience – a room full of egotists. Walking up to Joe’s target, she compliments them, then asks if they could dance with her ‘lonely father’.

“Sorry about that,” Joe chuckles, swiftly picking her up; the most impeccable timing. “You know how kids ca–” And then, for the full two hundred, she chips in with a, “Please dance with him? Pleaaaase?”

Corinne had always been a sucker for kids. Ever since she was a camp counsellor she thought they could do virtually no wrong. On the perpetual high of a wedding reception, she’s pulled away from her conversation about the flower arrangements by a tug at her dress. She turns to face the sweetest little girl she’s ever seen and crouches down to her level to listen to her request. She turns back to her former companions to mouth “how cute is she!”

She hears the voice of what she can only assume is the little girls father. She rises from her stooped position only to meet eyes with her “father”. Her once ecstatic expressions falls flat after she responds to the girls girls request with a weak smile.

“You, have kids?” she says; tone a lot more bitchy than originally intended. “Since when— with who?”

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