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| lucier | Apr 11 2010, 04:02 AM Post #46 |
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As a result, Jason spent a good weekend. He spent it between being very drunk, and very high, and he'd even considered buying viagra. He'd hit gold -- or black gold, whatever was more popularly in demand nowadays. This could make or break McKinely's campaign and hell. Who knew? Ross had called him once, but Jason had been otherwise preoccupied and he'd giggled like an idiot and hung up on his former boss. And when Monday came, Richard was so very shocked about how cooperative Jason was that he allowed to go early, seven. He then celebrated further by taking two of his favorite bell boys to an upscale restaurant downtown. They'd gotten back somewhere around nine, and Jason couldn't decide which to have sex with, so sent them both away. After all, he had business to take care of at ten. He spent the better part of the hour reading the Post and the latest issue of the New Yorker, still fiction. He'd never understand why people liked it. And at ten, three knocks promptly sounded. This was about to get very interesting. If he didn't get Sawyer, he at least got -- Sawyer. In a stiff suit looking like he was about to face a Russian firing squad. Jason himself was in a similar formal attire, but he had an excuse, never found time to go shopping, and never trusted a girlfriend to shop for a casual wardrobe for him either. But ...it was Sawyer. Jason nearly choked on the cigarette he'd been sucking on. "...So I wasn't wrong -- it was you." Jason leaned idly against his doorframe as he spoke, still holding back a half snort. All this, a bit too hilarious. |
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| passionflower | Apr 11 2010, 01:05 PM Post #47 |
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Sawyer's fingers were fidgeting at his sides, feeling along the seams of his pants and the pressed fabric. He heard some faint movement going on inside. Footsteps approaching the door. Shit, this was it... The lock opened, and then the door was eased away from the frame. Sawyer hesitantly looked up, and his eyes widened as he stared at.... Jason Lansky. He jolted back. Ye gods, of all the people to catch him... Shit. Shit, shit shit! Swallowing thickly, he continued to stare at Jason, like the other man had suddenly grown a second head. It took him a moment or two to remember he had a tongue and he could speak. "Me... yes... me... Um... But look, I don't know what you saw but I'm sure I can explain it," he insisted. But he wasn't going to go pulling excuses out of his ass in the middle of the hall. Without asking, he stepped inside and yanked the door closed. He then looked back up to Jason. Needless to say, any trust he had been building in the man had about dashed itself on the sharp rocks of his mind. And that pain showed in his eyes. "... What exactly do you think you saw?" he murmured quietly. Before he began spinning shit, he needed to know what was being stacked against him. Had he seen his escort? Had he seen him go into the room with him? Did he have any pictures of such? His shoulders were stiff as he kept a fair distance between the two of them. And his wallet... was burning a hole in his pocket. He was quite ready to pay off the man whatever number he needed to 'forget' what he saw. But he'd never... expected it to be Jason. It hurt... Which was kind of funny since he'd just met the man. |
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| lucier | Apr 11 2010, 02:35 PM Post #48 |
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And Jason Lansky discovered black gold. This was even better than the fiasco with Bristol Palin. Of course he hadn't been around then to get in on that particular scandal. But this -- this promised to be huge. Before he could invite the other man in so that this -- whatever they were doing here, wouldn't leak out to anyone else. Jason was very good at guarding secrets with his life...but it remained to be seen if he'd guard this one. He stepped aside as Sawyer practically plowed into his suite and yanked the door shut. The suite itself looked tousled, as did its current owner, but this was Jason in his off time, and in his off time, he always looked tousled. He stubbed the cigarette out in a nearby ashtray and crossed his arms as Sawyer began to stammer. This was always his favorite part. And while he didn't exactly have anything in mind to blackmail Sawyer...it was still fun to watch him squirm. Jason wasn't even sure completely what he saw...but the fact that the young man was here at all meant Jason had seen enough. "I saw you and your friend in the lobby," Jason said. "Good looking guy -- didn't catch his name, though. Which is a shame." Not that jason was into the business of hiring male escorts, but oh well. He could try everything once. "I know one of you rented 1703...because the front desk said that the guest in question paid extra to get his name scratched off the record." (of course Jason had to mail a private check under a fake name to the front desk just to make sure that particular piece of information got delivered. Actually...if he was a male escort at all. That didn't exactly fit with Jason's previous opinion of Sawyer...but then all people had secrets. Some bigger than others. "And besides, if you weren't so worried, you wouldn't have come here in the first place. So...I conclude that I've seen enough. Besides, I honestly didn't know it was really you. I just followed my hunch." But it was all so hilarious. He remembered he had laughed at the Monica Lewinsky scandal when it'd first broke on air....but this...this had to top them all. "I would have never expected...." Jason trailed off again, "Anyway, can I get you anything? A drink? A cigarette?" |
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| passionflower | Apr 11 2010, 03:23 PM Post #49 |
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Sawyer was stiff and uneasy as he stood there. His eyes burned into the other man as he listened to all he had seen. He'd seen the escort, had found out they had booked the room privately, though it seemed like he had no photographic evidence. All anyone would have would be his word. Did Jason Lansky have that much credibility? ... But that was beyond the point right then. Sawyer had two options at this point. Lie and hope Jason would suck up a bull shit story. Doubtful. Or he could pay Jason to lie. Everyone had a magic number. He just had to find it, pay the man off, and get the fuck out of here. And maybe get the man's ass fired at a later date without him knowing it was him. Maybe... He forced a heavy huff of air out through his nose. Considering how toussled the other man looked, he doubted he was any sort of spring chicken when it came to hotel affairs. Thus a bullshit story of 'Oh it was just my friend and I having a few drinks' wouldn't cut it. When Jason went so far as to start offering him drinks and cigarettes, Sawyer's brows furrowed. He took that as a damn insult. Who the hell was 'hospitable' in a moment like this? He was down right angry and would have much rather shoved the man out the 17th story window than share another drink with him. He was regretting even having the first now... "I don't want any of those things. Thank you," he managed, speaking with a clenched jaw was difficult. His eyes flicked off to the side, as his hand soon slid into his pocket, and he yanked out his wallet. "I doubt anything I'd have to tell you would matter much. The media will twist anything if it makes a good story, I know that much," he frowned. He flipped open his wallet then, obvious irritation in his clenched brows. "How much will get you to keep your bloody yap shut permanently?" he mumbled. |
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| lucier | Apr 11 2010, 04:05 PM Post #50 |
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Not credibility, no. But Jason Lansky had friends in high places, and even though no one would outright believe him...they would doubt. And over time seeds of doubts were planted would eventually grow into something else. And even Richard, who never believed anything Jason said, would spread the story like wildfire. Perhaps perfection did not quite exist after all, he thought he'd found it in Sawyer, but then, the kid turned out to be hiring male escorts on his off days. Which...wasn't bad. Not at all. He just had to be more careful about it next time. And while it was endlessly surprising, he supposed it wasn't to be unexpected...in a way. And at least Sawyer was not stupid, Jason could not say that he wasn't disappointed. "You're right, one of the many reasons I went into media." Then came the wallet. Because the wallet solved everything. Even though Jason could always use more cash, taking a bribe from the President's son, especially when he was oh, so pathetic...that bugged him a little. If Sawyer had been some whiny snot-nosed brat, perhaps the story would have been different. "All right then, suit yourself, I was just trying to be hospitable." He honestly hoped that Sawyer wasn't packing. If he had been, Jason was in a fair shape to get himself shot. He always thought he was going to die by assassination. "I don't want your money. You'll need to save your money for the escorts, no? The good ones don't come cheap," Jason pulled at his collar idly, "I just wanted to see if it was you. My intentions are good and pure. Just curiosity." |
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| passionflower | Apr 11 2010, 05:04 PM Post #51 |
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Sawyer's brows furrowed all the more as the other man informed him that he didn't want his money. And that he had no ill intentions. His eyes flicked up to look at the aide, gaze narrowed. "... Bullshit," he murmured. None the less he flipped his wallet closed, and tucked it back into his pocket. He kept his eyes set on the older guy in front of him. "Bitches of the media hardly snoop around for 'curiosity's' sake." he scowled. Needless to say any trust he had in any of their aides now went out the window. If this was how one of them behaved, who knew how many of the others were up for spying. He threw his hands up then, growing more exasperated by the moment. "Besides, why drag me all the way over here just to satisfy your 'harmless' curiosity? You obviously want something. Tell me what it is, I'll give it to you. And then we all pretend none of this ever happened." he insisted. His hands lowered then. If Jason still did not agree to his terms then what the hell was he suppose to do? ... He hardly trusted the man, at all. Couldn't just leave this alone and hope it'd die. It would likely come back to bite him in the ass when he least needed it. Frustration balled in his gut, and he felt sickness overwhelm him in those moments. None the less he attempted to keep a straight face despite the tingling in his throat which told him he was very well near retching from the sheer upset he was feeling. He'd worked so hard to keep anyone from knowing. And here it had blown up in his face. |
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| lucier | Apr 11 2010, 05:33 PM Post #52 |
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All curiosity was harmless...it was the result of the said curiosity that varied. "Well, of course I had to drag you over here. Had to see if it was you." Jason shrugged, "For all I know, I could have made a horrible mistake. Then what kind of journalist would I be?" But for this time, he thought it was appropriate to take offense at the fact that he was snooping. "And I was hardly snooping. I live here. Not my fault if your very good looking friend turns heads." Come to think of it, the suite probably did look a little lived in. If he wanted to have a little harmless fun, he'd go somewhere where bureaucracy wasn't lurking around every corner. "I had no idea you were so eager to please, Mr. McKinely." Although Jason hadn't exactly wanted to drop the bomb so soon...he'd take opportunities as they came. Jason picked himself up from the couch and reached for a thick file. His year at the Post had been very productive, it'd been like the second coming of Watergate. While it was still true that President McKinely was clean...the same could not be said for his staff. But whoever checked up on his staff nowadays? He finally came out with a piece of paper. "One of your father's Senior Advisors is dirty -- kickbacks, bogus slush funds, the like. Mr. Alexander Rondanthe. He's also guilty of leeching money from social security. With the number of old folks plaguing our system, that's just low. I want his job. And you're going to get it for me. If you can do that...I think we can be squared away." Jason held out the paper to him, "What do you say? It won't even cost you a cent." Just an everyday harmless political favor. Sawyer was certainly good looking, but not Jason's type, and Jason had long since learned that sleeping with people who wanted to claw out your eyes was hardly enjoyable. For now, he'd settle himself with being Senior Advisor. |
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| passionflower | Apr 11 2010, 05:44 PM Post #53 |
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Sawyer had gone silent as Jason fetched him the paper from those files. He listened as the paper was offered to him, and silently he took it. His eyes roved over the report in question on the Senior Advisor in question. His eyes flicked back up to Jason then, as he took a moment to look the other man up and down. He folded up the paper. "... Fine," he murmured. He tucked the paper away. "You'll get the job," he informed quietly. But he gave him a warning glare. "If you go back on this, I assure you I will make you regret ever opening your mouth," he informed, plainly and simply. His eyes flicked about the room then, as he took in the lived in look of it. Seemed a bit odd that Jason lived here, but who was he to judge? ... He shook his head and he turned away. He headed for the door then, though he paused and spared the aide one last glance over his shoulder. "Thanks for reminding me why I despise people," he murmured quietly. He then opened the door, and slammed it behind him. He stalked down the hall, and opted for the stairs... 17 flights, but he was dying to get out of that hotel. He would never set another foot in that Hilton. Again. When he got back to his car he let out a shuddering sound as his brows furrowed. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on the wheel. His grip was white knuckle tight, and he let out a surprisingly loud yell. Anything to get the frustration out. Sure, he'd had his pact made. Just get the bastard a step up the ladder, and they'd be good. It still didn't take away from the fact he'd been caught. He'd definitely... not be seeing any more escorts. Not for a long time. |
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| lucier | Apr 11 2010, 06:00 PM Post #54 |
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See? Jason wasn't wrong, pathetic. So fucking pathetic that some form of 'sorry' almost slipped out of his mouth. For shame. Sawyer wouldn't hate people half as much if he figured out how to use them. Jason hated people too, he just had a way of venting. If people got hurt in the process...that was hardly his fault, wasn't it? At the mention of him obviously getting the job, Jason smirked, "I'll look forward to it, have a safe drive." But that odd pang that reminded Jason of looking at kicked puppies hardly went away. And this was saying something because he usually enjoyed kicking people while they were down. This time, it didn't sit right with him. But with Sawyer already gone, he reached for his cell. "You what?" Ross suddenly sounded wide awake. "I'm going to become a White House Senior Advisor," feeling giddy almost covered the guilt. "But don't bother to ask me how I did it because I won't tell you. But yeah...just thought you should know. Aren't you proud of me?" . "If I didn't know you any better, I would have said you were high." Richard looked him over. Jason had a permanent smirk affixed to his face. "What have you been on?" He sniffed the air experimentally...would smell nothing but faint cologne. "And since do you wear cologne, for God's sake?" "Since not that long ago, actually." Jason was in high spirits, despite being harassed by the security...again. He'd also smirked at Senior Advisor Rodanthe when he passed through the maze that was Aides' haven. Rodanthe was the type of guy that liked to smirk at everyone...but Jason thought the man was suitably unsettled when he had smirked right back. That'd been a great feeling. "Anyway...I'm done with this, did you want anything else?" |
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| passionflower | Apr 11 2010, 07:08 PM Post #55 |
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Sawyer had since returned to the White House. And on Tuesday morning, he brought up the little folded sheet of paper. He'd gone out of his way to discuss the wrong doings of Rodanthe. And of course... his suggestion for who should be lifted up through the ranks. Knocking Rodanthe out of his post had been the easy part. Convincing the higher up that Lansky was the appropriate replacement had been the difficult endeavor, especially when truly he would have loved nothing more than to get the aide fired. But public reputations were on the line. Once the dirty deed had been done, Sawyer went to take a searing hot shower to seemingly rinse the whole filth of the situation off. And soon holed himself up in his room. He was technically employed at this point, but he wouldn't be starting work till next Monday. He was a bit thankful for that, for he was hardly in the mood to deal with a new work environment, especially after just dealing with that less than pleasant exchange with Jason just yesterday. He laid there on his bed a while. He had a bottle of rum at his side, which he'd been sipping on idly. He hated politics. His eyes closed as he drew in an uneven rasp of breath. Maybe he would be better just coming out. His father would loose the election, he could be gay in public and maybe he could finally live how he wanted to. Oh wait, he didn't add in his father hiring hitman to off him once he came out of the closet. Yeah, that was kind of an important detail.... --- After a rather embarrassing removal from his office, Jason was free to take over Rodanthe's new open position whenever he was ready. After a week of being quite the hermit, Sawyer emerged early the next morning, dressed appropriately, to hit his new job at the New Yorker. He headed down the stairs, passing by the many staff of the white house. Aides and the like. He paid them no mind, avoiding eye contact, and he was soon outside and into his car. The following weeks went off without a hitch. Sawyer went off every day to his new job, except on weekends, and he came home and often headed straight up to his room. No more signs of him being out in the world doing 'naughty things'. No drinking, no wayward sex. It was a Friday afternoon. Lunch time. Sawyer had finally opted to go out for lunch. Only because a young fellow by the name of Eric Newton offered. He'd been a bit surprised at the offer, but he took it. His sister would yell at him otherwise for being anti-social. They headed to the Corner Bakery, got themselves a bite to eat, and soon were settled down at a table. Sawyer was quiet as he went about biting into his sandwich, his eyes flicked off to the side. Although Eric obviously knew who he was, he wasn't about to say anything that could be mis construed. Besides, the last person he'd dare spend time with outside of work and the House had ended up being nothing but a bitch for the media. What was stopping this guy from wanting t o get a scoop and a quick buck? ... Sickening... |
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| lucier | Apr 11 2010, 07:30 PM Post #56 |
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And being the youngest Senior Advisor since ever felt fucking great. Of course, there were media grumblings that he was hardly fit for the job. He was barely out of political diapers, and they'd pulled out his history to air for the world to see. Except that part about the ex-wife and the kid, Jason was clean, sort of. There'd been one DUI, one court appearance, numerous employer changes, and the best thing was that the ex Mrs. Lansky could not be found for comment. One wondered how he got the job. But getting his hands dirty always paid off. It'd been completely worth it when Director Wilkes had walked in there one morning and his jaw had shattered. "Hi, how may I help you?" The man had walked right out, muttering something along the lines of all of this being a horrible mistake. But obviously Sawyer still had some clout with his old man. Maybe he should take him out to dinner sometime. Token of gratitude, he wondered if the kid was still pissed...all this, this was just how the world worked. . And the security people were still pissed at him. Whatever else was new? Except now he had good hours. Ten until seven from Monday to Friday, all he had to do was go in a few meetings, throw out a few popular opinions, and toss in a few unpopular ones just to show that he could think for himself. And he was allowed a long lunch break if he so wished. He wished. Today, he drove to the Corner Bakery and got himself a sandwich. He'd remembered eating here during his non-interview with Michelle Huron. (Who had hired Sawyer; who was doing well at the New Yorker, thank you for sending that employee our way, so her message said. Jason hadn't bothered to call her back.) At the moment though, he hadn't been aware that someone else was in the restaurant with him. Jason hardly looked for trouble. Trouble looked for him, it was a bit unfair. His phone beeped obnoxiously. He'd found that he always had to keep his phone on an obnoxious ringtone if he wanted to hear his calls at all. "Yeah, this is Lansky." There was some muffled static, Jason checked the number. It was Ross...as per usual. For a man who deigned to be so much of a social butterfly, he was hardly sociable. The only person who called him on a regular basis was his former boss and his lawyers. It was a bit sad. "I can't hear you...you're cutting out on me...I'll call you back." And when he got up, he spotted the side of someone's face -- looking incredibly like Sawyer again. Too bad this wasn't the Hilton. He'd see what Ross wanted first, and then come back to see what this was all about. Lunch with a co-worker? A date? Even? |
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| passionflower | Apr 11 2010, 08:21 PM Post #57 |
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Sawyer had been listening as Eric had taken on the job of being conversation instigator. Which was a bit of a relief. It was easier to just nod in response to anything he said. Maybe offer a comment here or there. He sipped at his water between bites of his sandwich. He'd not noticed the familiar 'Senior Advisor' who happened to be out at lunch at the same place. His eyes had been more focused on his food. Considering the distance he was keeping from Eric, it'd be pretty hard to consider what they were doing as a date. There was little eye contact, and no real flirtatious movements or words at work. Bit of a shame too, Eric was a good looking guy. Sawyer glanced back up at him as he listened to the man speak about work and his current article he was working on. Something pertaining to writing the countries of Israel and Palestine as humans and making them interact. Idly he had to wonder what their boss would think of such a piece, but he just nodded once more. His hazel gaze went to the outside a moment or two. He saw a few people walk by. Some people were dressed more casual than others. Though he soon noticed a tall guy standing outside in a suit, on his cell. He saw the back of him only. Why did he seem so familiar? And why did it feel like someone had dropped a brick of ice into his stomach at that very second. "Sawyer? ... What are you looking at?" Eric asked. The young man turned his head back to Eric. "... Thought I saw someone I recognized. But I was wrong," he shrugged his shoulders. "That sounds like quite the controversial piece. But real interesting..." he added, to show he had been listening. |
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| lucier | Apr 11 2010, 08:37 PM Post #58 |
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Actually, it was a bit pathetic. But the last thing Jason Lansky wanted to be was pathetic. So he didn't allow himself to think that way, at all. After all, you couldn't get any more pathetic than Sawyer McKinely...not that that was any consolation whatsoever. Ross wanted the usual, Jason told him no. They had an argument, that was that. Except being told off by Ross always made him feel a bit like shit. This over with, Jason turned to head back into the Corner Bakery...after all, he had to find out if the guy was actually Sawyer or not. It wasn't as if Jason was obsessed with him or anything...suddenly seeing Sawyer McKinely lookalikes all over the place, even on his lunch break was not something on his to-do list. There had been once upon a time when stupid things like such were on his to-do list. Besides, even if the President's son was a flaming homosexual, a lot of people were. Jason didn't want to exploit him so much as use him to get up the ladder to leech off his old man. He was halfway there. But hell, Sawyer was so pathetic that Jason thought he almost deserved to be outed. Because it was pathetic...and if you were outed, you had no choice but to be gay...or else the backlash was sure to be horrible. And...it was. It'd been a little more than a week ever since their little confrontation in Jason's hotel room, and Jason had hardly seen him. For a long moment, he wondered whether or not to walk over. It seemed to be an innocent enough of a lunch...wasn't like a A-class male escort like that night at Hilton. Except before he could make an active decision, some little blonde secretary holding four coffees at a time conveniently decided to trip -- into Jason. Shit Well, if he got found out now, hardly his fault. Nothing was ever his fault. |
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| passionflower | Apr 11 2010, 09:18 PM Post #59 |
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The secretary let out a little shriek as she bumped into Jason, and soon her coffee splattered all over the man, his shirt and suit, and just everywhere. Eric and Sawyer alike had turned their heads to stare at what had just happened. Sawyer gawked a moment. So it really had been Jason he saw. Immediately the disgust he held for the man flared up in his gut. His gaze flipped away, though he couldn't help but look back over. "Why don't ya what where yer going!?" she squawked to Jason. "Now I have to buy all the coawffee again!" she let out an angry huff. "It cost me 20 something dawllars, so hand it over! You owe me!" she poked him in the chest. Such a pushy girl with what sounded like a Jersey accent. Sawyer felt a hint of a smirk come on. Needless to say he was enjoying the poetic justice. Maybe there was a God after all. Or at least Karma. When the woman got her money, she turned away in a huff and went to go get the coffee order again. Eric blinked twice, as Sawyer surprisingly rose up from his seat, grabbed a handful of napkins and headed over to the 'Senior Advisor' who had now become coffee flavored. Silently he took him by the wrist and yanked him to the bathroom at the back of the bakery. Without a word he turned on the faucet of one of the sinks, wet one of the napkins and went about patting the cold water into the stained fabric. His eyes were focused on his task. Though why in the world he was freely giving his help to Jason Lansky, he had no idea. "... That was pretty funny," he mused finally. He stole a glance up at Jason's eyes then went to wet another napkin. |
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| lucier | Apr 11 2010, 10:01 PM Post #60 |
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And here, Jason remembered he wasn't a rookie White House aide anymore, he was a senior advisor for the White House. A single fuck you and the notorious finger no longer sufficed. Sometimes he had a sense of propriety...and certainly twenties to spare. He tossed her two and was about to go clean himself up when something remarkable happened. Sawyer McKinely had abandoned his seat, grabbed a handful of napkins and --- wouldn't an additional cup of coffee in his face would be more apt? Apparently not, because Sawyer was pulling him into the restroom in the back and -- Helping him. Someone's karma was messed up today. Since Jason wasn't used to anyone helping him unless he coerced them into helping them. And this...in his long memory, was the first time that someone he had semi-blackmailed ventured to help him. And now they were in the men's room together. The President's son and a Senior Advisor who had risen to the occasion under very dubious circumstances... For the first time, because Jason felt oddly vulnerable, he realized that Sawyer was taller than he was. That was pretty funny. He himself shrugged, "...Have a good laugh then, I probably deserve it." What he didn't deserve was help from Sawyer. Why Sawyer was even offering his help in the first place was baffling. Before the other man could press the second napkin to his ruined shirt, he put a hand on Sawyer's shoulder. "Forget it, the shirts already ruined and this is what I usually wear anyway. I'll just go back to the hotel and change. You probably don't want to be caught in a men's room with me, remember? Not trustworthy? Or something." After all, Jason did remind Sawyer of how much he hated people...now why did Jason remember that? The guilt should have worn off a long time ago. |
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