aka Lolitics is my 6th sense
Welcome to our glorious sixth post.
That's right: 6! But let's move on to not bore you with interesting facts ;)
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That's right: 6! But let's move on to not bore you with interesting facts ;)
All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
Otherwise it will get very chaotic.
Places of interest:
1) Unfilled prompts can be found on ( Read more... )
George pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “No idea. Or rather… it’s daft, but I just wanted to win one election before retiring.”
“Not daft at all. I wouldn’t have minded giving that a go myself.”
George darted a glance at him. “Do you worry about whether Tim will cope, if… if it happens again?”
Nick’s official response to that was no, not at all. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “I do wonder how much of… what happened was just down to the deficit, difficult decisions etc. and to what extent it was the media completely missing the point of a coalition.”
“Hmm.” George leaned over the railing and frowned, apparently lost in thought.
“Do you think it’s likely?”
George took so long to answer that Nick wondered if he’d heard the question. He was about to repeat it when George said, “Polls say so, but the campaign’s only really getting started, so who knows? Danny says they’re planning for negotiations with both of us, so…”
“Danny…? Oh, you’re still in touch, then?”
George looked surprised, and a little confused. “He’s Tim’s Treasury spokesman.”
“Oh. Yes, of course.”
George gave him a sidelong look. “But yes, most of us stayed…friends, for want of a better word. You’re the only one who ran off.”
“Yes, well,” Nick turned his own gaze out to the city. “I did take the biggest beating.” He wondered whether George would know he wasn’t talking about the electorate, or even the media. How much, if anything, did George know of what had transpired between himself and David?
Uncomfortable silence stretched out between them for what seemed an eternity, before George said, delicately, “I’m not sure that’s true, actually.”
Oh. He knew, then. Nick suddenly felt the need to be anywhere but here. He gave George a tight, strained smile. “Well, this has been a fun stroll down memory lane,” he said with false brightness, “but I should go.” He turned on his heel and had his hand on the door back into the apartment when George’s voice made him stop.
“Running again?”
Nick closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but did not turn around. “Why are you here, George?”
“I told you. Business.”
Slowly, Nick turned around. “What sort of business?”
George’s eyes narrowed. “The unfinished sort.”
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