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Ian Trevisan. 45. Senior Senator (South Carolina). Republican. Pawn.

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aaronhaloua:

“You need a pick me up?” Aaron said sympathetically as he held up the second cup of coffee in his hand. “They gave me an extra by mistake. Looks like you need it. It’s black though–don’t know if you mind.” 

Looks like you need it. Guess how many times he’s heard that in the past nine months.

“Yeah, I do,” Ian says, because it’s what he always says. There’s no point to denying it. He reaches over and takes the spare cup, setting it on the table instead of drinking right away. “No, it’s fine. I prefer it, actually. And,” -- he continues as an afterthought -- “something about not looking a given horse in the mouth, right?” 

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nelliott:

[ SMS : TREVISAN ] : Shit, never thought of that! Great idea! [ SMS : TREVISAN ] : I can’t get a fucking doctors appointment. I thought that if you had given me it then you might be able to suggest a remedy that might actually work. Why else would I bother you? [ SMS : TREVISAN ] : I was thinking more like a home remedy but whatever fixes things for you 👍

[ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : If you weren't so fucking rude to people who have done literally nothing to you, maybe you'd have people willing to help. But alas. [ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : I have some doctor friends, if you had asked nicely I could have hooked you up with one. Too bad you're socially inept [ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : Good luck :)

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nelliott:

[ SMS :TREVISAN ] : It’s 2018. Everyone is a slut now. [ SMS :TREVISAN ] : I could have, but I wanted your attention :*  [ SMS :TREVISAN ] : To clarify, I am joking there. [ SMS :TREVISAN ] : It’s a super strain, I think. I’ve been doing all the recommended things (water, vitamin c, stream, soup, etc), but it isn’t helping. No doctors appointments for 3 weeks so I can’t get tablets. [ SMS :TREVISAN ] : Did you give me this or not? I have a busy timetable and I need to get rid of it.

[ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : I don’t totally believe that you’re joking [ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : Just get some over the counter stuff [ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : No I fucking didn’t. But even if I had, what difference would that make? It’s not like I can take it back with a true love’s kiss

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nelliott:

[ SMS : TREVISAN ] : ??? [ SMS : TREVISAN ] : Are you slut shaming me [ SMS : TREVISAN ] : I just wanted to know how to get rid of my flu…

[ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : I 100% am. [ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : Lots of water, saline spray, and chicken soup [ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : But you could have Googled that.

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nelliott:

[ SMS : ? ] : Did you give me the flu? [ SMS : ? ] : Not accusing but I’ve had it since our last meeting. 

[ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : ...No, Nicholas. I did not. [ SMS : NICHOLAS ELLIOTT (POST) ] : But maybe take this as a lesson as to not be such a slut?

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gwencalhoun:

Exiting a cab, Christian Louboutin clad feet hit the pavement and it’s a sign of a new week. Oversized sunglasses shield light colored eyes and the designer outfit isn’t complete without the air of confidence she exudes with each clack of her heel. Before she heads to her office a few blocks down, Gwen is in desperate need of coffee. While she may’ve mustered enough energy to get out of bed and get dressed, she doesn’t feel human until caffeine is pumping through her veins. Stepping into crowded coffee shop, crankiness or impatience doesn’t arise despite the slowness from the overworked and understaffed baristas. “Tall non-fat soy latte.” Gwen orders when she finally reaches the front of the line. Her usual with a blueberry muffin, perfect way to start her day. “And whatever the next person wants is on me.” Glancing over her shoulder, she flashes a smile. 

For the time he'd been left waiting already, Ian had more than zoned out of his surroundings. His own order had been pushed back to the back of his head, his own thoughts drowned out by the ongoing chatter around him. His focus had come down to the head of red hair in front of him, meticulously brushed in place. And suddenly, it turns.

It's the only thing that manages to pull him back to reality, though his listening syncs back a moment too late for context. Ian does a double-take, glances between cashier and red-locks and says, "Uh, just an expresso." And to her, "Thanks."

Once off the line, sticks by her side whilst they wait. "Charity work for the day?" I'll let you know, I don't need it, he'd meant to add, but even he was too tired to also be proud. 

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nelliott:

Whether Trevisan’s joke is intentional or not isn’t obvious but Nick finds himself laughing regardless of such. It was funny, something that he didn’t think the miserable arsehole sat opposite him was capable of being, and the smile that stems from hearing it is genuine. He takes a moment to finish laughing and compose himself before speaking again, irritation momentarily departed.

“Maybe not, like.” Nick leans slightly closer, his expression dropping once more (but not to the same extent as before) as there’s increase in volume from the students sat to their left. He eyes them before bringing his attention back to Ian. “Think I’m a bit jealous of that.”

If anything, Nicholas' newfound closeness makes him chuckle. "Right."

"You work at a newspaper," Ian says then, not really looking at the group behind them-- he could hear them alright, loud and clear. "You can't tell me journalists fighting over an exclusive sounds too different from this." He shrugs. "A schoolyard type fight is always what I pictured, anyways. Don't ruin that illusion for me." 

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nelliott:

Ian is right, obviously, but, between his headache and the fact his café had been discovered and overtaken by students, Nick doesn’t want to admit that out loud. He instead stays quiet, bringing the coffee to his lips and taking a sip (it’s still too fucking hot) before speaking again. 

“Aye and you don’t have to be a cunt, yeah? Just didn’t fucking expect all this noise in a café that’s usually empty otherwise I would have done.” He shuts up then, letting the noise overtake their conversation, until Ian opens his mouth to speak again and Nick can’t help but interrupt with: “I mean, you can’t pretend like this isn’t fucking annoying you too, an invasion as soon as we place our orders. I would have just fucked off had I known but now it’s the principle.” 

"I'd say you being a dick and me being a cunt works out fine for us," Ian shrugs and sips his coffee, a sort of makeshift punctuation to his words. When he brings the cup down, he's smiling— ironic at best. "But you know I don't think like that."

Ian was made for the argument; it was what got him in his position and what kept him there now. If he set his mind for it, Nicholas would surely swallow every last insult like burning coffee before his mind could fully come up with them; but unlike most politicians, he kept most of that savagery for the Floor. "I work at the Senate," he says, monotone. "Loud teenagers don't really affect me."

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nelliott:

“Never fucking said it was,” Nick shot back, somehow even more defensive than usual. He was irritated, not by the company that he’d somehow managed to acquire but rather, by the sheer number of college students who had chosen to descend on this one downtown cafe on a fucking Wednesday night, seconds after he’d placed an order. Sod’s law at work, it would appear. “Just didn’t expect this to happen right after I fucking paid for food.”

"Jesus Christ," Ian sighs, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. There it says, focusing on the too-ugly end of 19th century decor somewhere, someday thought good enough for a café. "You're in public, Elliott. People are being people. You're being a dick, like always. You could've avoided this by staying inside, you know?" It's what Ian does, anyway. "Or you could just fucking take a— what's that the kids say? A chill pill?"

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nataliefuckingmeyer:

“First of all,” Natalie begins, anticipating the signature Trevisan eye roll to come, “you’re doing a terrible job of pretending like you don’t read everything I write.” She smiles wryly at him. Their– dare she say it?– friendship quickly fell into a very Natalie-esque routine of thinly veiled insults and loud swearing. Neither of them can seem to decide if they actually like the other or not. As if they had any other options to pick from.

“And second– Congress is full of fucking Democrats. They’re all singing Kumbaya and jerking off to photos of Bernie Sanders every night. Who needs convincing? You assholes? There are enough of them. All they have to do to get this passed is just show up for work.”

“Of course I read everything you write,” he says as though obvious. Given their past, it was not. “I need to check if you’re actually keeping me off your articles.” 

Ian glances at Natalie out of the corner of his eye; an act subtle but telling in nature. You have no idea. Even if Natalie was not the idiot some of DC made her out to be -- a confession that pained Ian to make, even if only to himself --, she was still an outsider to the inner workings of the Senate. Them assholes was not the only problem the President had.

“Not really,” Ian shakes his head. “You’d be surprised at how many Democrats are on the fence about this. I don’t think showing up for work cuts it.” 

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nelliott:

“Go on then, see if you can speak any fucking louder.” Nick started, the comment originally made under his breath but continued at a louder volume as he became aware that somebody was listening (and there was no turning back on it). “I may be jet-lagged and hungover to fuck but perhaps a little more noise might help to sort that out.”

“It’s no one’s job to tend to your hangover, Elliott,” Ian says, and if he sounds bored, it’s because he is. January second, but the engines of government hadn’t stopped working for a single blessed second. Same shit, different day. “Take an aspirin, a vacation, or go somewhere else. You’re sure as fuck not gonna find your peace here.”

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Is your Secret Santa a woman?

“Barely.” 

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nataliefuckingmeyer:

“I swear to fucking God, if I have to hear the phrase ‘energy reform bill’ one more time I’m gonna blow my goddamn head off.” In true Natalie fashion, she doesn’t care that her victim wasn’t even talking to her. She still had to listen to it. “Congress is full of fucking Democrats, how can it be taking this long?”

Unexpected as it is, Ian shares Natalie’s sentiment. So when she’s the one to bring it up, he looks up from the menu with an unamused stance. His lips almost curl in disgust. 

“You have no idea how bills work, do you?” Of course it takes this long, he thinks to himself. His own -- which had died at at the Senate, because why wouldn’t it -- had taken upwards of six months to get through to a voting. With a reform this large, it might just take longer. “Zone out or something, it’s not like you’re gonna write about it.” 

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nelliott:

[ SMS : TREVISAN ] : And the rumour is that I’m the cunt.  [ SMS : TREVISAN ] : Nice to catch up, Senator. Send your boyfriend my best.

[ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : There are worse rumors :) [ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : ????????????? [ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : Did I mention fuck off? [ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : Because fuck off

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nelliott:

[ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : No but you kept replying regardless [ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : I thought you might be up for ‘providing me with some more fun’ in these ‘sad times’ [ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : I wouldn’t have thought as much, given your bill’s failure. Glad that’s the case though

[ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : I just assumed you had a good grasp on sarcasm by now. Honest mistake. [ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : Fuck off

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nelliott:

[ SMS : TREVISAN ] : Yeah, maybe. You got any jokes of your own? [ SMS : TREVISAN ] : Thank you, means the world. Are you doing okay? 

[ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : Hardly my job to keep you entertained [ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : I'm fine.

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nelliott:

[ SMS : TREVISAN ] : Calm down. I’m clearly taking the piss.

[ SMS : TREVISAN ] : I’m not trying to convince you that I wouldn’t. Just having a bit of laugh. [ SMS : TREVISAN ] : Freddie wasn’t even gay, he was bisexual, so there’s a lot of people out there gayer than him. Suppose we could call glam rock the middle ground hahaha

[ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : You need better shit to laugh about [ SMS : NICHOLAS (POST) ] : But I'm glad I managed to provide you some fun in these sad times you're going through