Juliette Jacobson
@senatormackenzie
Chaos was perhaps the best word to describe what was happening on the Hill since the House managed to pass articles of Impeachment against President Walker. This was definitely not something Juliette expected in her first year in office. She doubted Jessica did either. They were both first term senators dealing with this insanity. They didn’t have as much experience as the others, so in that way they’d formed something of a bond. Juliette was glad for it. As much as she cared for and trusted Addie, there were some things she knew the woman couldn’t understand.
Juliette brushed past Jessica’s staff and flashed the chief of staff a small smile before lightly knocking on the open door. If she was feeling overwhelmed she could only imagine what Jessica was feeling. Only one of them had really intense political experience and Juliette knew that.  “Well….I don’t think either one of us expected this when we signed up for this whole Senator thing,” she half joked upon entering the room.
The knock makes her head jerk up and for a second her stomach drops. Christ, please don’t let it be another fucking meeting. She feels constantly ambushed, even after extensive briefings. “Oh, it’s you.” Relief, plain as day and then she smiles.
Juliette Jacobson is remarkably sweet and to count her as an ally and even (tentatively, because of course Jessica isn’t certain that Juliette would call her that) a friend comes as a profound relief. Save for Leigh and Gabi, Jessica hasn’t had any friends she hasn’t paid since she was 24. It’s refreshing to think that Juliette might be one of the first.Â
“God,” And she laughs, nervously as she rounds her desk to perch on the end. “No -- I certainly didn’t.” Jessica had expected -- well, praise mostly to be perfectly frank. She’d expected to draft some bills, pass some legislature, try to get kids free college, or something. She certainly hadn’t expected to actually, actively have to make a decision that might alter the course of history as we knew it. Foolish, maybe to run for Senate and to not expect such. Here she lowers her voice, as if afraid someone might hear, “I’m honestly not even sure what I’m supposed to be doing right now, you know?” She straightens her spine, crosses her arms, glances out the window. “I’ve got all these -- people telling me what I’m supposed to do in order to set myself up for reelection but, like, I still haven’t figured out what it is that I think about all this. Is that totally pathetic, or what?”Â
