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nicholas navarro . 40 yrs . married . democrat . envrionmental lobbyist .

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oliverzafar‌:

He has no idea what the fuck the woman in front of him is talking about. She was the wife of a congressman that Oliver happened to not hate, but what had started as a friendly chat about how her husband was doing had transpired into the woman talking at length about when Oliver was planning on raising his own kids. Now, the woman’s in the middle of a twenty-minute rant about the effect of healing crystals on babies while Oliver can only stare with wide eyes and hum in agreement every now and then, wishing desperately that somebody would step in. 

And apparently luck is on his side, because in the very moment that the woman takes a breath in between sentences, Nicholas steps in with commentary that Oliver can definitely participate in. “Yes!“ he says immediately. Then, when he realizes that he may sound a bit too excited at talking about literally any other than children, he adjusts his tone a bit. “Yes, I did. I mean, it does little to solve the noise and light pollution, but it’s a step in the right direction.” He turns over to the woman he was previously talking to with a sympathetic smile. “Mrs. Ramnath, I’d love to talk to you more about this a little later, but would you mind leaving me to Mr. Navarro here for now?” She leaves with a nod and another mention about the importance of good energy, and then it’s just him and Nicholas. “Hey there,” he says in their newfound privacy. “Thanks for coming out, although I can imagine it isn’t your favorite scene. Did you bring a plus-one?”

"I agree!" Nicholas says, sending a wide smile over in the Vice President's direction. He was a firm believer in every tiny change creating a bigger change.

Nicholas watches the woman leave, and looks back over at Oliver. He was more than happy to free the other man of whatever boring conversation he had been trapped in for the moment. He'd trapped enough people in enough conversations they didn't want to be in, that it was nice to be the person helping out for once. Besides, he liked Oliver. He dare say he may have been leaning towards voting for him, had that come to pass, however he wouldn't complain either way.

"Maybe not my favorite, but not my least favorite either," he says shrugging his shoulders. "My husband is spending the weekend in California with the family, so I did have to come alone. I promised I'd stream the show, and he'd stream theirs a few hours later." It wasn't the ideal situation, but technology made it better than nothing. "Hopefully you've been able to enjoy yourself here, at least a little bit. I can imagine that last conversation, hasn't been the only one you haven't wanted to have."

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royisms‌:

     Amanda’s fingers twirled her water glass around as she took a quick look around the lawn. This was her poor attempt at sobering up to deal with the news while bracing herself for the conversations she’d need to have with the attendees about how awful it was that Republicans would take this scared American day and turn the spotlight towards themselves. Truly awful, so poorly planned, very non-patriotic, and all that jazz. With forcing a big gulp of water down her throat, she spotted the obe lobbyist she still hadn’t grown tired of ( fine, maybe one of the two ). With a knowing smile, she greeted him and nodded her head at his fun fact. 

     “I did know,” she stated, leaning in slightly ( though not enough for the smell of her breath to come too close to him ) and offered a wink. “You can thank the Vice President for that.” Hey, two birds, one stone, right? She liked Nicholas, his job was annoying as hell but at least he was fighting for the right cause. And if she could slip a good word for the Administration and the Democratic ticket, well… That was just the cherry on top. “Enjoying the party? Or did Bell ruin it for you?”

"I will absolutely remember to thank him for it the next time we speak," Nicholas says, his smile growing as he looks over at Amanda. She looked as if she was on the edge of being hassled, which he couldn't blame her for. The latest announcement and all. He didn't exactly want to think about what the Republican ticket would mean for his job, personally. So he couldn't imagine what it might possibly mean for someone who actually worked with the current Administration. How many people would likely come up to them with questions, or unnecessary comments this night alone.

So, Nicholas figures he could spare her, just for a moment. "I am enjoying the party quite a bit. Despite any surprise announcements, the Administration certainly knows how to plan an event. I'm sure Bell and Sanford have made it that much more stressful for you, and the rest however." He adds, and takes a sip of his cocktail.

 "But I promise won't hold it against you if you need to run around and deal with damage control."

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ian-tyler‌:

Everyone had a smile on their face, but it wasn’t the most entertaining of conversations. Someone patting someone else on the back for a job well done on something vague, leaving Ian to wonder what had been done at all. His smile stayed in place with careful practice, only slipping when the conversation refused to move forward. As it was, the arrival of someone new was a breath of fresh air, as Ian wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold his tongue. “I did not,” he admitted, raising his brow at the new arrival. It didn’t take long for him to figure out who, even if the name escaped him. “Ah, you’re the one that Hans has mentioned a few times. Navarro, was it? Ian Tyler.”

He switched his drink to his other hand, offering one out in greeting. Ian thought they had met in passing a time or two, but he couldn’t recall ever meeting him face to face, though admittedly his track record of watching people was limited to a certain important few. “Did you have your hand in ensuring that?”

Nicholas had to laugh at the fact that Hans was the bearer of any information about him. That was probably a great sign. Not that he had ever let something like that deter him  from a conversation before. Especially with someone he had never rightfully met. "Is that right? I'm sure he has had nothing but flattering things to say about me," he said with a twist of amusment, shaking the other man's hand. "Yes, Nicholas Navarro. It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Tyler."

He takes a sip of his cocktail, and shakes his head at the question, "no, I'm not able to take credit for this. Although I like to believe I might have put the idea out there in some way, it's much more likely the consciousness of the Administration at work." Nicholas lowered his drink again. "However, I'm looking forward to it all the same. I sadly don't think I've had much time to properly appreciate a fireworks display since I was still in college."

It was an unfortunate side of being a workaholic -- but true. "Is this your typical tradition for the Fourth of July? Or do you usually spend it elsewhere?" 

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hans-starke‌:

Hans looks up at the source of the question, and smiles in a way that says, I’m glad you asked.

“No,” he says, holding his own drink up for demonstration. “In fact, these are 100% polyethylene plastic, poured into their molds by little 12-year-old chinese children who, after making a hundred of these, won’t have enough money to buy a loaf of bread.” Of course, Hans has no idea if this is really the case — expects it not to be, considering Berkeley’s agenda — but it’s the thought that counts, right? And so, Hans smiles even wider.  “Hi, Nicholas. Happy fourth.” 

“Ohhhh,” he feigns interest, and takes a sip to wash it down. “Nice. Actually— Hey, hey, listen— I have a fun fact too. Did you know everyone else isn’t taking that initiative and every Fourth of July about 50,000 metric tons of carbon dioxide are released into the atmosphere?” Hans spreads his arms wide in a Can-Ya-Believe! sort of fashion. “Gotta love patriotism.” 

"Oh, is that right?" He asks stirring his drink with said straw as Hans makes his presence known. "And that's something you went out of your way to orchestrate yourself, I'm assuming? Everyone loves a Disney Villain." They both knew none of that was true, clearly. (Except for the Disney Villain part, they were all pretty cool). But Nicholas had never been one to resist snarky banter before.

He does, however, give the other man a friendly smile, "happy fourth of July to you as well, Hans. Hopefully you're enjoying the lovely weather."

Nicholas continues to slowly walk across the lawns, glancing over at the other man as he does so, and giving a small chuckle at his words. "Yes, of course, you do have to love the patriotism that comes with today. You know what else? I love that even the tiniest change can help. And if today's slightly decreased carbon footprint can help future generations breathe a little easier, and live a little longer? That is well worth it in my opinion."

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"These are biodegradable, right?"

Nicholas fiddled with the straw in his drink, after the bartender pushed his cocktail over towards him. All he got in response to the question was a blank look, and Nicholas sent something between a smile, and a grimace back. "It was just a question," he muttered at the bartender moved to the next customer. He gave a small sigh, and put some money in the tip jar (he wasn't a monster) before moving away from the bar and giving the White House Lawns a quick look around.

He had been told to come here and have fun. That was what The Fourth of July was all about, after all. And Nicholas was absolutely able to have fun, despite what some people might believe. So, he walked up to a small group of people, with a smile. "Did you know the White House made sure that the Firework display tonight was going to have a completely Carbon Neutral footprint?"

See. That was a fun fact if he ever heard one.

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