THE MANHATTAN PROJECT. (manhattanmods) wrote in mnhttnprjct, @ 2010-03-13 16:24:00 |
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“And to think,” Edwards says into the champagne flute, “that we managed to get that wide of a margin.” “Nixon’d be proud, I like to think,” Fairfield mentions on the offhand. He’s unusually messy, but he’s on the winning side for the first time in how many years? Twenty-odd, at least. The tie’s loose, his hair is all out of place, and all he can do is grin beatifically at the president-elect. “Hardly all the way with CDK, now is it?” “Oh, Richard Milhous.” Edwards finally sips, her manner indulgent and pleased. She’s beatific and reminiscent of an old friend. It’s like she won a top contract to a lucrative advertising deal, not inherited the greatest clusterfuck known to mankind. But then she remembers herself and sobers, brow knitted as she regards Fairfield with a familiar look. He knows it as a face often paired with a request to fact check, but now it’s tinged in something else. He’ll later label it as “objective opinion.” “Do you really think so?” He thinks on this, even with the celebratory beverage in his hand, and then takes a sip of his own. “Yes. Yes, I think he would.” She doesn’t respond in the traditional sense, but the curve of her smile matches the curve of the glass. She doesn’t notice the ripples her breath makes on the surface of the wine, nor how it dissipates the bubbles that crowd the surface. Not that Janet Edwards really cares about champagne proper – it’s just the beverage that one has, after all. |