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“Right” Lola nods, lips pursed, staring anywhere besides Cristian. “How could you ignore Vir? It’s not like it’s me.” She’s playing tough now, but God knows the tears keep piling up, restrained behind her large eyes. Her throat can hardly keep it in this long. With Lola’s gaze lost in the crowd, it soon becomes clear whose fault this is — her own. Try as she might, she would never be as interesting of a chase as the Vice President’s husband, or as good a win as the President himself. She’s just Lola. The girl who has stood by Cristian’s side ever since kindergarten. Just that. She turns her head back at him then, “My parents are here.” Her tone is nearly begging. Their approval, as much as Cristian’s own, was closely categorized alongside oxygen in what she needed to live. He draws her close, and although Lola fights it at first, there’s a moment that she succumbs to the touch, although hardly reciprocates it. Her arms are limp. “…Can’t you even be my boyfriend when my parents are here? How are we supposed to—” She bites her tongue, then. Carry on, live this through another decade, get married, have a future? “I mean… why?” She’s on the brim of tears, then. “What’s so wrong about other people knowing? Because that means Vir Zafar won’t want you anymore? Is that it?” In her mind, her words feel closer and closer to the truth. Lola mulls on them, and feels sick from doing just that. “What about me? Does it matter if I don’t want you anymore, because you’re only interested in him?”

Lola steps back then, cutting off all intimacy. She knows how this will go; she tries not to think of her situation that way. Still, Lola knows whatever she says, will be deemed paranoia, jealously, all angles that can’t stand their ground on their own. If a man claims his place, he’s right. If a woman does it, she’s crazy. Well, bring on the title. She’s ready. “Think about it. If you answer it wrong, I’m leaving.” 

   “I’m not allowed to take five minutes away from you, then? Fuck, is this how it starts? Policing my phone habits, then dictating where I can go, and with who?” He feels his own anger rising, more so a raging annoyance than pure anger. Why did Lola have to take a well deserved stance against him, right now? She wasn’t wrong in her frustration - Cristian was a selfish creature, but he could read the room. Girlfriend in every sense of the word, but title, and monogamy; an experience made all the more painful, but Cristian’s ability to become attached to his one-night stands, turned (fingers crossed!) love affair. In front of her parents, no less. But he’s too proud and too indignant to acknowledge any inch of wrong doing - in his mind, she’s the villain tonight. Reneging on their open, lawless relationship. Lord knows he’s two steps away from saying something nasty that he’ll regret the second its left his lips, but seething resentment burns hot in his stomach - Cristian craves release. Surveying her twitching lip, glassy eyes, his rage is soothed by the palpable hurt in her visage - but it’s four seconds before a set of buttons are pushed, and he’s wicked enough to let out a dry laugh. “I’m not your boyfriend Lola - and up until right now, that’s how we liked it. Loved it, actually. Alright, I know ... know your parents don’t really get it. Our parents don’t understand what we have - but we do, Lola! We don’t have to play by their rules.”  Their parents knew they’d be together since their first moment in pampers, chubby fists reaching out for each other. What they hadn’t expected, was the messy, winding, uncertain status of their relationship - partners in crime, old married couple....yet Cristian, on nights like this, still seemed to stray elsewhere. As Lola steps away from him, pushing down her venom as she takes a final stand, Cristian’s left with little but the truth - a more crushing blow, then his spitting insults moments prior. 

vir: not much for me to picture, on your good days it takes a single strong gust of wind to get your single fabric of clothing off

vir: which is to say that this was leading to a compliment about how it looks decent, you should consider wearing clothes more often

vir: and when i say decent i mean 'you clean up nice, kid' in the way that the encouraging older brother says to the scrappy little kid in the coming of age movie, although you're not scrappy nor are you a little kid i'm just conveying a tone here

vir: and when i say older brother i DONT mean in a clueless way, although that's a great movie and a really prime example of mainstream media creating interesting narratives from classical texts. highly recommend watching it

vir: and when i say watching it i dont mean with me. i'm not asking to be put in a dark room alone with you

vir: to be clear, i don't want to fuck you

vir: anyway i've already met your parents, i shook hands with them when oliver did like half an hour ago. they knew my name which gave me an aneurism bc i thought you told them something about me and then i remembered that i'm the second gentleman of the united states. small world! they seem lovely - remarkably docile in comparison to their son

big c: soooo what that mouth do, besides spend waaaaayy to long trying to justify all the time you spend thinking about me

big c: i'm into this stepbrother thing ... keep going. do u walk in on me or maybe our parents are out of town?

big c: hm. does this mean that i'm cher? will trade gold shorts for skirt if u like ;)

big c: pfft i've read austen .... i prefer p&p but eh, to each his own

big c: WHAT ! ✧/ᐠ-ꞈ-ᐟ

big c: you met them WITHOUT ME? do i mean so little to u vir ... drop ur location now or else

big c: did papa shake ur hand or kiss u?

big c: dw babe, i only refer to you as my gluten free dairy free pistachio gelato lover to friends and family

vir: i'll admit, i didn't recognize you with every piece of clothing on. what, are the gold shorts at the cleaners?

c-papi: i figured it'd be hard for you, i mean.... you're so used to picturing me in various states of undress

c-papi: left them at ms. coleman's house last week. also mom and dad are here, so i gotta keep it cg-13

     Date: August 15th, 2020 - White House Correspondents Dinner

     The night wasn’t nearly over, but enough hours had passed that Amanda needed to give her cheeks a break from the smile she had plastered on her face. It just turned out that her break came in the form of a cigarette outside the Washington Hilton, off to one of the sides. There were too many press people around and she really needed to get some air, destroy her lungs a bit and gather some energy before she went back inside. “Jesus,” she puffed out the smoke past her lips and watched it spiral into itself before disappearing into the warm air of August. The sound of footsteps really didn’t catch her off guard – after all, who wasn’t at this event? – but as she turned her head slightly, what earned the surprised laugh who the face in front of her belonged to. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

     @srcristianalvarez​

   Amanda Roy - sexy communist, sexy paper pusher, sexy pantsuits queen, sexy reader’s digest reader, sexy mami. But Amanda Roy, sneaking a shameful stress cigarette out in the back? He’d never pictured it, not even within the sea of his fantasies of the Chief of Staff. Skulking around corners, smoking, being nosy is his, so naturally he’s outside, when she’s seeking some peace and quiet. Bemused and intrigued, he slinks over. Cristian’s denied a cool, casual build up to his opening line; Amanda’s too aware of her surroundings, though he’s throughly pleased by the exasperated, amused laugh that escapes her lips. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day, or tell you how much I desperately want to be a skinny Vogue cigarette, just so I could be between your ....” Is it only borderline inappropriate if only finishes the sentence in his mind - the self-righteous smirk is a dead give away of his intentions, but Cristian likes to think he has a semblance of civility (calvary isn’t dead). “Never pegged you as a smoker, Miss Roy. Then again, I’m shocked to see you out here - you and your boss are the toast of the evening, if I do say so myself. So, what’s got you down? Just say the words, and I’ll have someone’s knee caps taken out, Tonya Harding style.”

@srcristianalvarez

“It’s Alvarez, isn’t it?” In all honesty, it was hard to deny that she knew exactly who the curly-haired intern was. Worked for the Secretary of State, as far as she knew, and had a habit of showing up to official events in a remarkable lack of clothing. Rory had warned her about him, but she did feel she had to say something, especially when it seemed he wouldn’t quit staring. “Are we putting you to sleep? I’ll get you a cup of coffee, if that’d help, but you must be bored if I’m the most interesting thing in the room right now.”

Cristian Alvarez  |  A God Walks Amongst Us | 2020 White House Correspondents’ Dinner

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