This is a fanfic about presidential candidate Bernie Sanders and his wife Jane, one fateful night at their hotel. Chapters range from PG-13 to NC-17 because I am basically a seriously sick fuck.
Characters: Bernie Sanders, Jane Sanders
Rating: PG-13 for language
A/N: Apologies to my foreign readers if this makes no sense.
Little did Jane and Bernie knew their fateful night would start like this...
The fight continues into the next night, after Bernie returns from his exhausting round of events.
Bernie sags into an armchair in their hotel suite. "I'm glad that's over. What a drag."
"Was it a drag hanging with Susan Sarandon?"
"Jesus, Jane, I never touched the woman."
"You'd like to, you horny old turd! You called me Rosario in bed last week!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
Jane and Bernie continue to bicker far into the night. When she taunts him about superdelegates, he locks himself in the bathroom.
"I'm not coming out until you say I won in a landslide!" he yells.
TO BE CONTINUED...