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President Trump is joining Republican candidate for Georgia governor Burt Jones on Tuesday night for a tele-rally ahead of the state’s runoff election. Jones, Georgia’s lieutenant governor, is facing billionaire Rick Jackson as the two look to succeed term-limited Republican Gov. Brian Kemp. CBS News’ Fin Gómez has more. Source link

Georgia Lt. Gov. Burt Jones and billionaire Rick Jackson will advance to a June runoff in the state’s Republican primary for governor, NBC News projects. Subscribe to read this story ad-free Get unlimited access to ad-free articles and exclusive content. The head-to-head contest will pit two candidates against each other who have aggressively vied for the support of President Donald Trump’s…

Aha! You haven't played Dispatch yet, have you? Although that title wouldn't give you any clue that it's a Dispatch fic since Burt is an OC and Elias is the name I gave Flambae. Anyhow, it's about me giving the literal flaming homosexual of the game a rather ordinary but perfectly lovely boyfriend.

Excerpt:

The healthcare plan doesn’t cover tooth implants even when you lose them in the line of work. It certainly doesn’t cover them when you lose them in a bar fight. Ms. Shavri looked at him with those damn pink eyes that recording even the minutest detail of everything she saw. 

Stupid fucking SDN. Stupid fucking Punch Up for dropping the tooth in a glass of alcohol. Stupid fucking Mecha Bitch for knocking it out in the first place. And stupid fucking Blonde Blazer for dropping a new dispatcher on him, when things were already fucking crazy. Elias turned off the engine of the firebird, took a long, deep breath, and got out.

There was Mrs. Decant, staring at him from across the street, just coming out of her house with her gardening gloves pulled on and a sour look fixed on her wrinkled face. Elias had seen her head out before when Burt was out, and watched as she'd headed over to the fence between their properties to talk to him. He knew that old bitch and understood that the gardening gloves were just a costume to give her an excuse to be outside and spreading gossip, most likely about him. Which didn't really bother him. But the idea that he could fuck up her plans for once suddenly took hold and he strode quickly across the street to where Burt's house sat kitty-cornered to his. He gave her a wide smile and a quick wave and when she realized where he was going, she turned right around and slithered back into her house, slamming the door behind her. 

Make an effort, his counselor had said. Show your neighbors that you're trying to establish new patterns in your life. Fine, he'd make a show of an effort with Burt, and wouldn't tell her about Mrs. De Cunt.

“You should thank me,” he said to Burt to catch his attention. “Decant was about to attack.” 

Burt looked up from his notepad, startled. He was in grey crocs again, blandly paired with cargo shorts and a faded and stained pink t-shirt that only just covered the bit of paunch that sat over his belt. He gave Elias a quick once over before trying on an uncertain smile. “Oh. Well, thank you, I suppose. Um, nice to see you again.” 

Elias nodded. Of course it was. “I meant to come over before this.” Of course he hadn't. “But work is a bitch.” 

“Long hours?”

“Yes, too long.”

“I know how that feels. What do you do?”

“Um.” He paused, trying to find something vague enough to fit without having to give out more details. “Security.” 

“Oh, that sounds difficult.”

“Yes.” 

Elias nodded. This wasn't going anywhere. He looked over at De Cunt's house. She was peeking through her living room curtain. If he left now, she'd be back out in a heartbeat to interrogate Burt about what he'd said, but if he didn't leave, he'd be stuck trading more useless and boring bits of info with his neighbor to keep him from finding out anything useful. Oh well, when faced with a decision between his comfort and pissing off a nosy old bitch, the latter was always going to win. 

Thankfully, a novel thought occurred to him. He’d steer the conversation away from himself  and ask Burt about himself. 

“So, what do you do for work?” Maybe it would be something interesting. 

“Oh, I’m a nurse, geriatrics. I work in an assisted living home. Long hours there too.”