These are the days of the DNC

Jordan Vaughn, Finance Director of the American Association of Lutheran Churches or the African-American Leadership Council, banters with frenemy Jordan Kaplan, of Chicago. They are fascinated by Alex Hoffman, Deputy Chief of Staff for Finance. Vaughn sends Kaplan an image, accompanied by the hashtag #getcholifealexhoffman. Kaplan responds with an enthused, “Yes!” Hoffman is attractive. “Is she married?” one asks the other.  “She's going to accost him tonight.” Vaughn says of Alex and a man, presumably, in the photo. “This is hands down one of the best nights of my career.”

“Tell him not to be a baby and go with it. Bookend our day with an engagement and Hoffman.” Kaplan chides. “Beautiful.” Alex has been copied in all the while. She joins to mock herself with hashtags in concert with the others. “#NoRegrets #LittleRock2016″

Vaughn itemizes the state of affairs for Kaplan and Alex:

“Last update before we allow this to progress organically.  

- She just tried to kiss Ron in the lobby. 

- She has 3 boys. 

- She put her number in Alex's phone.”

Back the fuck up. She isn’t Alex? Of whom do the motherfuckers speak?

A group of lawyers and administrators exchange emails on the topic of a fundraiser for the Democratic Lawyers Council. In order to widen their national presence, Karina begins, she hopes to organize a kick-off. She can’t, however, do it without the help of Clayton Cox and Max Marshall, whose quick, alliterative names sound surely fake. If they agree to help in her fundraising effort, she’ll get them “squared away”. 

Karina Marquez, the Deputy Regional Finance Director for the South, Mid-Atlantic and Midwest of the Democratic National Committee, emails Scott Comer, with the subject heading “tiny suggestion”. “Eat my butt,” she says.

Scott responds, “CLAYTON!” An inside joke, perhaps, in reference to a George Clooney movie from a decade past.