Douglas Hammond (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} doug_hammond) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality,@ 2012-11-06 17:00:00 |
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Who: Doug, Travis, TJ
Where: Their home
When: Election Day
Summary: Doug loves politics and he loves election day
Election Day was like Halloween and Christmas combined in DC. People went to work, but that really mean standing around TVs and computers to look at the early poll results, listen to the comment, get the reports about turnout. The less important people, aka all those volunteers that TJ liked because he could fuck them, celebrated in different ways, not that Doug had ever been part of that group; he'd always celebrated with the important people. Still it didn't matter in which group you fell in, because you were still partying, a day long party that ended in lots of drinks because you'd won or lost.
Pittsburgh had none of that. People didn't seem to care. Voting was almost a chore to fit into the schedule, if it could fit in there, and if not, who cared. Doug wanted to shake these people and show them how voting made this democracy great, especially when leaving in one of the Swing States, but no apathy reigned supreme.
Uncaring of the general mood, he feigned a cold, got home a little earlier so that they could do some training and told Travis that there was no way in hell that he was going to the range. Still they got back home by 7:00pm. Doug took all the computers, set them up on the table and had ZNN, Fox and MSNBC streaming, getting all the different point of views
"You know you'll have to move them to eat," Travis said from the kitchen.
"You can use the piano," Doug murmured without paying attention to what Travis was doing. God, it was election night. Why couldn't he get it?
Travis looked at TJ, smiling. "Take out his drawers and get his night stand." He went to their room and did the same, bringing the night stand near the table. He also moved the bench. "There, you can put the computers there when we eat. Or afterwards if you want to." He put a hand behind TJ's back and kissed him. "Help me cook and we can go downstairs after dinner. Unless you actually want to sit here for three hours to see who wins."