#augustuscallaway

“Adriana?” they asked, their voice soft and tone peculiar before they spotted the flowers in her hands. For you? I’m not sure who they’re from. They were just dropped off... she trailed. Charlie took the bouquet from Adriana, eyes confused and narrowed. “Thank you...?” Charlie mused, clearly confused as well, before moving into their office. They placed it on their desk, examined it - a gorgeous bouquet of sunflowers, their bright colours blossoming. Charlie’s fingers carefully sifted through the petals to find a note card, sealed in a small envelope. They slid their still-sharp acrylic nail underneath the seal and popped it open. 

Nice legs - VI. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” they chuckled, rolling their eyes, as they tossed the note onto their desk, pulling out the crumpled up paper towel from their pocket and their phone. 

OUTGOING TEXT TO: XXX-XXX-XXXX

     what the hell? was this you?

     [ load picture ] 

The sound of the gunshot rung through her ears as she shrieked a little, scared by the unexpected noise. It wasn’t like it was entirely unfamiliar, but the proximity scared her a little. Within seconds, Esther found herself being hustled out a side door, a small room off the main building as a Secret Service Agent deemed her accounted for and closed the door behind her. Of course this was the moment she and Alfred had decided to separate to do some networking as well. “Fuck,” she whispered underneath her breath, pulled her phone out of her handbag, still facing the door..

OUTGOING TEXT TO: Alfred

    Are you okay? I got moved into a contained room in the hall.

    Let me know if you know what’s happening?

Esther turned around, her back hitting the wall for a moment before another person was ushered into the room with her. She sighed when she noticed it wasn’t Alfred. “Senator,” Esther nodded. “Did you happen to see my husband out there?”

Isaac knew the importance of dinners like this, ones where interactions could mean the difference in confidence in international relations, and the start of a headache if things went poorly. So, as per any future president would be, Isaac was more or less on his best behavior tonight. However, it was still a pleasure to run into familiar faces - into friends. It had been a while since he, Hans and Auggie had been in the same room, but it was always nice to catch up. “Callaway,” Isaac chuckled, holding out his hand in familiarity for him to shake. “Been a while, hasn’t it, eh? How are things going in Louisiana? I hear you’re about to win by a landslide again, congratulations.”

It would have been fine, to be perfectly honest, if the majority of the suffocating noise in question wasn’t coming from a handful of particularly republican congressman walking by them. Charlie could feel the sarcasm dripping from their voices as they talked about their outfit, the complete lack of respect coating their already snakelike voices. One in particular thought it was amusing to say hello, shake hands, and whisper slurs into his ear as they interacted. 

“Enjoy hell," he finished. “I can’t wait to watch you get kicked out of Congress.”

Charlie bit the inside of their mouth, knowing all too well what would happen if they said anything out of line. He sat back down at his table, waited a minute, watched them leave and begin interacting with their buddies before politely excusing themselves from the table to head into the bathroom. He moved towards the accessible washroom before he saw the vacancy light click closed. Frustrated and upset, Charlie didn’t want to wait, pushing themselves into the men’s washroom for a moment. Their heels clicked on the washroom tiles for a moment, back slamming onto the wall. Their eyes fluttered shut to stop the handful of tears forming before their ears perked up, recognizing another person in the space. Fuck, they thought to themselves.

Charlie jumped off the wall and towards the mirror, poising to check his makeup. The last thing he wanted to do was have some republican dickead see him crying, but his eyes were puffed, cheeks flushed regardless of how much he tried to stop it. He adjusted the bow on his suit jacket ever so slightly, tucked a pin back into his updo, head down trying to avoid eye contact with whoever was there.

With a room packed full of senators and state staff, it was easy for Charlie to get lost amongst the sea of people. And it wasn’t like Charlie to go out of their way to avoid somebody... but every once and a while, something happened that warranted it. How good Augustus looked in his suit... was certainly one of them. A quieter moment sitting down at their table, they took the opportunity to glance quickly at their phone, and send a quick message.

OUTGOING TEXT TO: callaway (?)

    you really know how to wear a suit, don’t you?

Still, she kept a smile on her face as she prepped her notepad before looking up to see Mr. Callaway make his way into the cafe. She raised her hand, waving him over before standing up as he approached the table. “Mr. Callaway, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said, hand extended in a formal manner. “Sophia Hotchner, Washington Post.” 

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