augustusgcallwayvi:
“I snagged an invite because Louisiana, France, and the US were all in one big beautiful threesome at some point in the past. Ya know that whole Louisiana purchase thing? The US spent a pretty penny buying us from the Frenchies, so it only seemed right that the Senators from Louisiana get invited to this little soiree.” Tapping Isaac in the abdomen, before chuckling. “Doubt it’s your face he’s thinking of. You’re cute though trying to stay humble. Who knows though, wear a tank top and flash those guns and you might find yourself at the Easter Egg Roll. Start using those good looks the right way, and you could end up President.” Chuckling, “You’re still letting him take you to those things?” Augustus himself wasn;t a fan of strip clubs, they smelled of desperation, “You worried that pretty mug sitting in a strip club gonna end up in the papers? Sorta ruins the whole family values angle.”
Isaac chuckled, albeit somewhat uncomfortably, as if the thought and point Augustus was making finally sunk in, before they shook their head and tried to move past the idea of the Social Secretary thinking about him... sexually. “Hey, isn’t that the plan?” Isaac joked at Augustus’ comment about ending up president. “If Silas and Will don’t win this year, don’t think I don’t have my eyes on 2024,” they smirked, a little more cocky as they thought about the potential of a Presidential Campaign. “No, I only go when Starke drags me. If it were up to me, Davis would hold meetings in his fucking office, and that’s exactly why. I’m really not interested in the Dems running with a dumpster fire story like that.”













