#e.deb

3:27AM. As far as everyone was concerned their after after party was over. Everyone had either left or passed out somewhere within the presidential suite. She was nothing but happy— maybe it was the coke, everyone else was too, and a successful party made the prom queen happy. But now she was falling off the high, and sort of crashing fast. Her once business casual outfit had been replaced by an oversized tshirt, and suddenly the overturned flower pot in the kitchen felt like the worst thing to happen to her since she lost little miss.raleigh in ‘87. Although it seems fruitless, she decides to clean. She stalks around sleeping bodies and empty glasses with puffy eyes and a snuffly nose. When she drops an empty bottle of Moët, she slides down to the ground and begins to cry in the mess of bottles. “Don’t even bother—” she says leaning her head back to rest against the wall. “Everything fucking sucks,” she uses the back of her palm to wipe away the beginnings of tears.

Her and Hans’ after after party had been a success, secrets had been shared, champagne had been drunk and now the soft duvet of the master suite awaited her with a box of chocolate covered strawberries. She pads her way into the room slowly but surely, the real effects of her blood stream consisting of mostly alcohol was starting to really affect her. There’s a TV, there’s a champagne flute and she’s to enjoy it all by herself. As she settles in under the down feathers, her head turns towards the door that was now slightly ajar. It takes her a moment before she realizes the head at the door is a friend. A good friend, one who she wasn’t close enough with...yet. “Come in! I promise I’m decent and I’ve got the last bottle of champagne with me!” she says, the drunkenness clear in her features as she pats the spot on the bed beside her.

@admiralbell / @silassanford

Corinne congratulates her team like they just launched a rocket from Cape Canaveral, at least for Corinne the stress levels feel the same. The debate might be over but, the night is far from that. Her next task starts now— her mission should she choose to accept it is securing William Bell’s running mate. But first...she’d have to secure one William Bell. She makes her way into the green room and greets Cindy with a congratulatory hug before turning to Will “I think that went absolutely swell,” she says with a satisfied smile. “In fact there’s a very important person waiting for the both of us near the bar,” She begins making her way to the doorway, expecting Will to be close behind her.

@annekane

She’s on her third whiskey of the night and going fast, any other night these drinks would have felt like fun but for now she’s stress drinking. As she knocks back the glass, she envisions the pack of Marlboros hidden in her cabinet behind the flour and how badly she wishes she cold run home and take one. She was going to quit, she had to. She sets her glass down and takes a deep breath, she needs to relax, she can feel the rest of the room losing tension while she’s the only with wheels still churning...at least so she thought. She spots Anne across the bar and wordlessly asks the bartender for another glass. She maneuvers her way through the crowd and greets her, drink first. “I know for a fact, you can use one,” she says before taking another long sip of hers. “Berkeley really has you working tonight I bet,”