neophyte.

   It had been rather late and Adrian was sitting on the couch, in a t shirt and a pair of boxer briefs, he was sitting on his laptop going over past events with Heads of State. This could very well be his last major event with the White House, and he wanted to make sure that it was as perfect as possible. Adrian wasn’t expecting anyone that night so when the doorbell rings, he raises his brow a little, he figured it was his sister stopping by for a late night visit. It wouldn’t be the first time she had done something like that, and his street, especially at this time of night was empty, so he didn’t bother changing into anything else when he went to get the door. Opening he was surprised to see Patrick standing on the other side. They had met at a few events, and had gotten close, smiling none the less. 

   “Pat, hey I wasn’t expecting you!” Nodding his head a little. “Yeah, yeah I mean you’re always welcomed over..wine or not!” Guiding the younger in, he shut the door behind him, before throwing his arms around him in a hug. Not even thinking about the fact of what he was wearing in the present moment. Just happy to see the other, and the chance to spend time with him. “It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you! How have things been?” 

     Patrick hadn’t been planning on intruding, and by the looks of Adrian’s attire, he thought he might have been interrupting something. His fear was soon wiped away, though, as Adrian lead him inside the warmth of the cozy home. His strong arms wrapped around the other male, a smile coming over his features. “Hopefully, it was a good surprise. I just figured since I was here doing some fundraisin’ and meetings, I thought I should drop by,” Patrick explained himself with a chuckle.

It wasn’t unlike Charlie to pass up an opportunity to speak at a conference, and it certainly wasn’t like them to pass up speaking on the topic of climate change. So when a local Climate Crisis Fundraiser had asked them to speak on their research and their new bill, Charlie was more than happy to accept the opportunity. Their speech during dinner had allowed them to mingle before and after their speech, and had allowed them to talk to a few other representatives that they recognized in hopes that they could garner up more support for their bill.

Charlie had been following swing states closely, including Georgia. He recognized the young man from across the room, the current democratic candidate. It wasn’t past them that Charlie’s proposed legislation (both current and future) needed all the help it could get. So networking had become a big part of their current agenda. Their heels clicked as they moved towards the younger candidate, dress swishing behind them. “I hope I’m not interrupting… Patrick Carlisle, right? A pleasure to meet you,” they said, manicured hand extended. “Charlie Keeting, New York 10.”

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Somewhat new to the scene, Patrick knew he needed to make a good impression. That was the first and foremost thing on his mind at all times. While he himself wasn’t slated to speak, he knew the Climate Crisis fundraiser was an ample opportunity to make his presence known with donors. When the night wasn’t being spent listening to the slate of speakers, Patrick was mingling in the midst of the sea of people, his signature smile written across his features.

Most of the day had been spent fundraising and kissing ass to party officials and donors, and Patrick had to admit he was exhausted. It was all apart of the job, he knew that much, but it was taxing on him. Washington wasn’t his permanent residence just yet, though he knew the city somewhat well from his handful of internships he’d procured in college — and a stint as a pageboy as a junior in high school. He learned from an early age that public service was what he wanted to do, but starting out this early was something he’d never intended. Passing up a good opportunity wasn’t in Patrick’s nature however, and the most wearisome task of campaigning would all be worth the risk.