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stansukha:
“That is true. You make it seem very easy, though,” Stan said to Suki, genuinely glad that she stopped to chat. “Heh, dignified.” Stan shook his head and chuckled. “It is still hard to think of myself in those words. I grew up and did not think of myself like that at all.”
“Do I?” She shrugged. “A lot of mornings I just want to throw on jeans and a ratty t-shirt.” Suki laughed. “Sometimes you just gotta fake it ‘til you make it, right?”
“I still do not understand why being a Secret Service agent means you are needing to wear fancy suits,” Stan mumbled as he took the only remaining seat, one near a person. It was his break, and he was at least going to get what little he could out of it, which was hopefully a chance to loosen his necktie and get a friendly chat in. “There are many other types of clothes that would fit the job just fine, no?”
“I mean, all of us working in the White House have to wear that kind of clothing.” She shrugged. “And I guess with the Secret Service it’s beneficial to look all solemn and dignified.” Suki smiled.
checkmatemantle:
“Those jackass nice guys who say they deserve to get girlfriends… man I hate them. Glad I never had to try and date them. Did you?”
“Oh, yeah. I mean, I try to avoid the gross ones, but I am attracted to men. I guess it helps that I don’t really do boyfriends and that kind of thing.”
[whispers] Fuck.
checkmatemantle:
“I mean I’m sorry but how do you know that you would treat some girl better than her current boyfriend? She’s clearly not asking for it!”
“It’s a weird extension of the friendzone nonsense, isn’t it? Fuck, straight men are exhausting.”
▐ ❛ open.
After wading through a gaggle of reporters, Warren took refuge in an open conference room. His cheeks ached from the prolonged smiling as he lied through his teeth about the month’s accomplishments ( or lack thereof ) and his opinion on various cabinet appointees. The votes were still rolling along, all for respectable people, and he couldn’t be caught rolling his eyes as the progressive bonafides of the new transportation secretary.
“I sure am glad you asked,” he muttered, mocking himself as he shut the door. The smile was gone; he was grimacing as he looked up to find himself anything but alone. “Well, I do apologize for the intrusion.”
With the lights in her own office out, Suki had found herself working in an unused conference room, her laptop and several folders of information around her. Luckily, it was a relatively quiet day without the usual parade of appointments. Absorbed in her work, she jumped when the conference room’s door opened. She was even more surprised to see that the entrant was none other than the Minority Leader himself, but didn’t show it. “Senator Elkins — no, it’s not an intrusion.”
Hiding in Plain Sight // OPEN
“Excuse me, I totally do not mean to bother you, but there’s a borderline-stalkerish group of protesters camped out in front of my office and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind keeping me hidden for a moment so I can call my security detail?” Giselle requested, pleadingly. “I swear I’ll owe you any small favor you’d like.”
“Yikes.” Suki grimaced. “Uh, yeah, of course. What should I do?”
checkmatemantle:
All Sara could manage to the proposition was a hearty nod as she stood up and grabbed her leather jacket from the chair.
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As the General stared at the ceiling, trying to collect her thoughts as she tried to piece together the last few hours. After a small amount of time, she rolled onto her stomach and stared down at the pillow for a second as she continued to collect her thoughts. After she had gotten her wits about her, she turned and smiled at her bedmate. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” She whispered softly as she looked at the shorter woman. “God…” She muttered out before leaning over and kissing the younger woman. “How are you feeling?”
Well, that did the trick. Suki stretched, catlike, on the bed, the hint of a smile on her face as her bad mood had evaporated. After a moment, she sat up, staring up at the ceiling until Sara spoke. “Hmm, so are you.” She grinned back, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Sara’s ear. “Oh, I’m great. What about you?”
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“So I just heard a new song today. This Shawn Mendes kid is what you all mean when you complain about nice guys right? Because Christ the message of that song is terrible.”
“Gross, right? I mean, a lot of ‘romantic’ music is fucking terrible.”
“Okay, is it just me or has everyone in DC suddenly become an avid People magazine reader? I swear half the metro this morning had a copy.”
“They did? Is Jennifer Aniston actually pregnant this time, or something?”
leonsolis:
Leon solemnly laid a hand over his eyes, saying, “What cake? Didn’t see you with one.”
He shook his head, faintly amazed that someone would labour so much over something so apparently trivial. Then again, PR was everything in politics. The cake would go a long way. He chuckled at Suki’s bang-on summary of Herbert. “Oh yeah, that’s Herbert Sherman. Why be nice when you can be spiteful. What’re you buttering him up for this time?”
She gave him a bright, cheerful smile. “Oh, nothing specific.” That was the truth, pretty much, even though her response to one of her Democratic colleagues would “It’s a gesture of goodwill. Fostering bipartisan cooperation.” It was simple enough: a legislator, especially a significant one like Herbert, who was conditioned to like her would be much more likely to open their doors for negotiation to get bills passed.
brokenxbirdie:
Birdie sat on the couch opposite Suki, so they could watch each other as they spoke. Her gaze ran around the room, wondering how her sister in law found the time to keep her house as meticulous as it was; now that Micha would be here on occasion, the job would probably be a lot harder. “Yeah. It’s like that.” She said lamely, feeling that Suki had pretty much said exactly what she was trying to. Birdie picked up one of the decorative pillows that sat next to her on the couch, pulling it to her chest. “So when are we getting the tour of the town? There’s got to be more than traffic and press conferences.”
Suki smiled, glad to have a much more lighthearted topic of conversation. “You know, we can go today. There’s a bunch of cool stuff even I haven’t seen. Or so I’m told. I’m way more familiar with the traffic jams and press conferences.” She laughed. “The International Spy Museum sounds like something Micha might like, doesn’t it?” Suki sat back, considering what else they could do. “ I can arrange tours of the Capitol and the White House in a few weeks.”
brokenxbirdie:
Things had been pretty hectic this week for Birdie, attempting to unpack and settle in, so Suki’s busy schedule hadn’t been much of an issue. She’d never really understood how someone could devout so much time to such a tiring ( –and boring ) job. “Good.” She tried the word, then decided it didn’t feel quite honest enough. “–Er, decent. You know?” Birdie gave Suki a small hug, then entered the beautiful house after Micha. She waited until she was sure her son was out of ear shot, to add, “It’s weird not being able to go see him when I need to.” Jasper was buried back in their hometown, and it had hurt Birdie to leave him behind like that. “I’m sure you know how that feels.” Suki and Jasper had always seemed close, more so than their other sibling anyway.
Suki lead Birdie into her living room, flopping down on the couch. Absentmindedly running her fingers through her hair, she listened as her sister-in-law spoke. “I know what you mean.” She hesitated, looking for the right words to describe it. “It’s kind of like…taking a step but then realizing there’s no floor in that direction. I think it’s that, instinctively, I feel like he should be there, but he’s not.” It had been a year, but sometimes, it felt as though the news had never quite sunk in fully.
leonsolis:
“All he has to do is smell cake, and he’ll come sprinting, dragging old Herbert behind him. Bless his diabetic old heart,” added Leon, winking at Suki, before putting a quick call through to the Senator’s long-standing Man Friday. As expected, the voice on the other line had been effusive and more enthusiastic than normal. “He says,” said Leon, hanging up, “he’ll be right over to relieve you of this burden he’s so grateful for.”
“If this cake kills one or both, I was never here.” Suki joked, watching as Leon called. “Oh, thank god.” She said, once he ended the call. “I spent...six hours, I think, in total on this damn cake. I was half afraid Herbert would decide he didn’t want it. You know how he is.”
leonsolis:
Leon only smiled but said nothing, perfectly aware of the minefield that was talking shop around the “defecting” relation of two high-ranking party members. Cakes were simple, gun control was not. “How about I give Herbert’s secretary a call? He should’ve been here, four-legged walker and all to give you a hand with that.”
“That would be very nice of you, thanks.” She smiled. “He’s surprisingly fast mover, isn’t he? Walker and all.”
