Thread by @owillis

John Kelly gulped down four more antacids before he spoke. His stomach was still at peak boil and his hands shook.

He looked Trump directly in the eyes.

"Sir, I just really think putting up Hannity as Attorney General won't fly."

Trump gritted his teeth.

"But I wanna."

Jared put his iPad down and turned to the row of pillows separating him and Ivanka.

"Perhaps prison would be an adventure, sweetums, like the poors when they do camping."

Ivanka sighed and checked her phone to see if the wire transfer to the Swiss bank account was complete.

Tiffany moved the hair out of her eyes and looked up, thinking and trying to put the events in order.

"Well then there's the time when she made sure the contract went to underage labor. She's my sister - so they say - but I think she's sick."

The FBI agent nodded.

Eric was again stuck in the closet. He patted himself down and realized he had left his phone on the counter. He'd be in the darkness for a while. He reached in his pocket and felt the stickiness of a Twizzler.

As he sat in the corner he began to chew on the candy.

"Melania, you need to concentrate."
The fencing instructor pressed his blade into her chin, emphasizing his point.
She nodded.
Thoughts of Sevnica came up so often nowadays. She could have been some ruffian's wife. It would have been simpler. Poorer. But better.
"Again, Anton."

Sean Spicer poured himself a cocktail, and the phone rang.
"Reince."
"Sean."
"Did you see the vein in his neck?"
"Thank God for high def. I felt like I was back in the room again."
"So did you..."
"Fuck yeah I told them everything. They took my dignity but I'm not going to jail."

"Mother, where are my holy cross cufflinks? I need them for the South American meeting."
"In the top drawer, Mike, next to your Hoosier Bible."
"I'm not seeing it Mother."
Then he whispered to himself: "I'm dying inside, can't you help?"
"I just don't see it dear," he yelled.

"But Jilly, when you consider the shit they put me and Barack through --"
Jill Biden put her hand on Joe's.
"Joe. I get it. I was there the whole time."
"Fuck, sweetie, it just drives me up a God damn wall."
"Yes, but you cant make those threats. They see your phone number."

Trump stared at Kellyanne Conway. His eyes narrowed down to tiny slits, his orange eyebrows almost touching each other.

"Nothing?"

"No Mr President. I'm not getting any of your thoughts in my brain."

"Damn it. Maybe it don't work on girls. I know I can do it with Mueller."

Obama leaned toward his dinner guest.

"And he's citing Rasmussen. Rasmussen! Those guys couldn't poll if their lives depended on them."

"Barack," Michelle interjected, "you're doing it again. Our guests don't want to talk shop."

"You're right. I just--"

"I know."

She knew.

Bill was asleep, and Hillary had some alone time with her scotch and a DVR'd episode of Rachel Maddow.

"I'm the president, dur dur dur," she said, using her fake Trump voice. "Yah fired! Dur, dur, dur."

Then she watched more news about the raid and laughed.

Don Jr woke up from his sleep and realized he had once again sleepwalked out onto the balcony. He was alone in every way possible. It was days like this where he wished he could talk to his dad, or get his sister to see him for once.

Really see him.

He didn't feel very alpha.

Eric spat out the candy and realized he had made a mistake.

These were Red Vines, not Twizzlers.

The darkness of the closet enveloped his soul. He wanted to scream, but he didn't remember the words.

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