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[corinnejmorris]

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For a wedding filled to the brim with political types it was home to a surprising amount of children. She wasn’t sure how people so overly dedicated to their work life could have these many kids— though she wasn’t complaining about their presence. In fact she adored the little suit and ties and ball gowns and little flats. Had it not been for the occasional chat or sip of wine she would have danced with the little ones all night. She was the interim babysitter nobody hired but everyone was grateful for.

Though after a while the alcohol and dehydration unfortunately caught up with her. She was fortunate enough to be awarded a break as all the little ones fucked off to go annoy their parents for the next hour or so. This lapse allowed Corinne to stumble out of the main hall in the search for a washroom to puke in or splash her face with water— whichever came first.

But she was going to have to find it first, “sorry—” she says, stopping a passerby “Washroom? Do you know where that is?”

[royisms]

     How pathetic was it to be days away from turning fourty years old and being stood up by a Tinder date? ‘You really need to respect yourself, Jesus’ she mustered the words up in her head, so disapointed in herself that she’d even showed up in the first place. Was that what people did, make plans and just don’t show up? Maybe that was what she’d been doing wrong all this time - too damn responsible. “Glass of Pinot Noir, please,” she almost begged of her bartender as he approached her - even he looked sad for her. So, so pathetic, she continued to mentally kick herself. “Thanks,” she greeted with a low tone, full glass almost too quickly brought up to her lips for her to sip on the beverage. Shit, she thought, as a familiar silhouette made its way across the bar’s door -- really not the best time to run into someone, Amanda thought with another, larger gulp of wine.

[silassanford]

One would expect that SIlas would have been excited for the interfaith service (or at least the Christian bits), but the fact is (despite the overwhelming usage of biblical proverbs along the campaign trail), he wasn’t much one for God. Or at least, it didn’t seem like God was much one for him. For all the successes he’s had, it seemed like he’s had just as many hardships. That it’s only through his own willpower that he’s overcome them, not through any kind of prayer. He’s here mostly to rub shoulders with the new administration; the Democrats that he’s going to bear dealing with the remainder of his term (and further?). He turned to the person closest to him, who also seemed to be away from the thick of the social mingling. “I’m surprised no one’s made a A priest, a pastor and a rabbi walk into a bar joke yet.” He mused with a friendly smile.

[delilahcconnelly]

Delilah was walking on air. No matter how cold the day had been, how long the ceremonies, how tedious her father’s complaints - none of it mattered because she had Scott back. He was here, she could see him across the room laughing and chatting in that dashing dress uniform she loved. Lilah leaned against the bar, tapping her nails on the counter waiting for her glasses of champagne to rejoin her husband. The bartender returned with two flutes, but before Delilah could reach them, someone else had already picked up the glasses. 

“Forgive me but, I am pretty sure those are mine”

[tjchrch-blog]

“No I totally admit, this is your cab but I overslept and now I have Senators waiting for me and they’re about the only people I wouldn’t let wait for me,” TJ rattled off, desperately trying to get his cuff links on while his large frame stopped the taxi door from closing. “I’ll give you $500 for it, or we can share it, or both?” he bargained.

[corinnejmorris]

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This is what she imagine V-J Day was like back in 1945, she’s never been more over the moon ecstatic in her life. She can recall the election night calling her high school aged brother excitedly, the both of them screaming into their respective receivers that it happened, Obama was president, and boy were their parents going to be pissed. She recalls shutting down their little converted townhouse office so that she and her graduate friends who followed her to D.C. could squeeze themselves into the crowd of onlookers for his official inauguration. 

A new chapter was beginning in American history and with it, a consulting office with her name printed a gold serif on the front door. Tonight they found themselves at one of the many inaugural balls going on in the city. A particularly uppity one, held at the four seasons— thank you Colin’s dad for getting us in, they’ve dispersed around the room, each trying to make as many connections as possible but mostly relying on Corinne’s photoshoot ready looks, overpriced Saint-Laurent dress, and perky socialite demeanour. 

It wasn’t anything she wasn’t used to, she moved almost effortlessly through the room, making easy conversation and exchanging information with those who didn’t find her overbearing. She gracefully appears beside her next companion for the night, “What a party,” she says with a lithe sigh as she casually tucks a wavy strand of blonde behind her ear. “You can practically feel the excitement in the room,”

[gvcoleman]

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“I’ve never been to one of these before,” Gabrielle found herself commenting, standing out among the crowd, just trying to make conversation as she waited for the events to truly begin. The cold was biting, her arms folded to try and preserve at least a little bit of warmth, her face flushed from the chill. “It’s kind of incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She looked to the person she had directed her conversation to. “I just wish we could do this when it’s warmer.”

[katezimmerman]

     Once again, her mother had ran into someone she knew in the streets of D.C. - honestly, how that woman got around to doing what she was supposed to when she was supposed to was a mystery to Katherine. Debra had spent many years in the city and, apparently, knew most of its population, so it really shouldn’t have been a surprise to her daughter when she started a conversation about how’s your husband, kids do grow up so fast! and oh, in this economy...for the third time that day. Without so much as a low “be right back” mumble, Katherine gracefully slid away from the pair of women chatting on the sidewalk and started window-shopping just for the sake of it. She could not believe her luck when a shop’s door swung open and almost slammed against her nose - if she hadn’t been as quick and swift... “Fuck--” she exclaimed, taken aback for a moment before scrutiniing the other’s face. “Do I know you?”