Lavan Tiri wrote:The Orion Islands wrote:Everitt Colbert and his wife flew in from Utah. Apparently anyone who was important in Washington came, and apparently some of them got wild. He had heard many a story of Senators drinking themselves under tables. Everitt didn't know what to expect. He saw the motorcades and surmised that the current President and the next President and one big loser was here. Everitt and his wife went towards the bar, where he heard that a few members of his party were. He found old Kim Dunbar, Augusta Merriam, and someone who would be very important or a big loser.
"Hello, Senators. I hope none of you are driving tonight?"
"Everitt!"
Kim Dunbar was white-girl wasted, as always, and she was a very giggly drunk. Michael shook hands with Colbert and his wife, grimacing wryly. "Sorry about Kim, she can't hold her alcohol at all, and Augusta encourages it."
"And I'm obviously dri-hic-ving," Kim said, "as soon as I can make my dead, shitty legs work!"
Kim cackled, and Mike shook his head. "You nearly died, angel, and here you are...trying to joke about it."
"Hey, I am joking about it."
"Well your jokes are almost as dead and shitty as your legs," Mike smirked, and dodged a thrown stress ball.
Wyatt Hagerty, seeing Everitt arrive, strolled over to the group. "Senators. Everitt," he rasped, giving the younger man a warm embrace, "glad to see you, son."
Linda laughed at the conversation, "I remember on that old show, King of the Hill, the old man got his shins blown off in World War Two. You have to come up with a story for those legs, like you survived a bear attack or something of the sort, make your legs a conversation starter."