Everyone in this room might not like Julian Berkeley but he imagined that all of them were focused on the Disarmament Act that he had proposed. An extensive bill that might finally enact some of the gun reform that the Democrats said they would do but never actually were able to make some ground on. It would be an impressive thing to tout for his presidential campaign and it was undoubtedly keep any other Democrat from even daring to think to challenge him. He spotted the redhead on the sidelines, wonder if there was anyone in particular she was trying to get away from or just the entirety of the party in general. He decided to approach, giving her a friendly smile. “I hope you’ve had more luck with your salads this week.”













