[ It was interesting to meet (if once could call it meeting) genuinely intriguing people. The clubs, the parties, they were always full of pretentious people playing at mystery, but this woman, she really had it. TJ didn't think himself a poetic sort of person, so it struck him when he found himself thinking there was something otherworldly about her. Something he couldn't blame on the lights or the booze or the drugs.
Outside to smoke, to get away from the sycophants and all the people who just wanted to get close to him. He wondered why anyone even cared what he did or where he went any more. He was all grown up now and not some poor brave little soul stuck in the fishbowl of the White House with all his problems on display for the world. Clearly, all those people needed to find better hobbies.
He needed to find better hobbies, too.
He expected the quiet shuffle of people outside to smoke, the polite conversation that's always had but never wanted when you just wanted to enjoy your cancer stick and get back to the party. He didn't expect her. That face he'd seen around, but didn't know, the mysterious one no one seemed to know anything about. The offer earned a curiously arched brow and a jaunty, well-practised smirk that tried to cover how curious he really was. ]
Who gets to decide what that is, 'cause I'm not sure I could tell you what's dearest to me.
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Outside to smoke, to get away from the sycophants and all the people who just wanted to get close to him. He wondered why anyone even cared what he did or where he went any more. He was all grown up now and not some poor brave little soul stuck in the fishbowl of the White House with all his problems on display for the world. Clearly, all those people needed to find better hobbies.
He needed to find better hobbies, too.
He expected the quiet shuffle of people outside to smoke, the polite conversation that's always had but never wanted when you just wanted to enjoy your cancer stick and get back to the party. He didn't expect her. That face he'd seen around, but didn't know, the mysterious one no one seemed to know anything about. The offer earned a curiously arched brow and a jaunty, well-practised smirk that tried to cover how curious he really was. ]
Who gets to decide what that is, 'cause I'm not sure I could tell you what's dearest to me.