MCA, Apartment #2, Monday Evening

[stickitupmyjinx]

With her first class out of the way, Vanessa was working on unpacking her stuff and putting it away in her and Wade's new apartment. There was just one problem: there seemed to be an awful lot of the former tenant's stuff still around. Sure, it had been rented furnished, but she'd just found a drawer that still had socks in it, along with...

"Wade? What's a normal number of fake IDs?"

((For the fiance.))

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[stickitupmyjinx]

"All we need are some twinky blonds, and there's gotta be plenty of those in Baltimore," Vanessa mused. "Or servicing Republican politicians down in DC."

[captainskullpoopl]

Okay, that was a good idea.

"Oh, those closeted old men," Wade said with a sigh. "Making laws and diddling interns. Just like the founding fathers."

[stickitupmyjinx]

"Ah, traditions. I bet they pay well," Vanessa said thoughtfully. "All that super-PAC money."

[captainskullpoopl]

"Yeah, but at what cost? Sure, you get all the disgusting cash, power, free food, feeling that you're so untouchable that you could make a game of running down homeless people with your Mercedes..." That all sounded pretty nice, actually. "Where was I going with this?"

[stickitupmyjinx]

"Republicans bad," Vanessa said. "I think. I got distracted by how blue Serial Killer Brian's eyes are." Sorry.

[captainskullpoopl]

Wade snatched the ID away. "No. No falling for the pretty blonde who probably has to go be a reckless cowboy cop, living on the edge."

[stickitupmyjinx]

"Are you kidding me, did you see how much hair gel he uses?" Vanessa tried to snatch the ID back. "I could never!" She had standards.

[captainskullpoopl]

"Nope!" Now he was just forced to stretch his arms over his head so she couldn't get to it. "No overly gelled man meat for you!"

[stickitupmyjinx]

Oh, yeah? "I'm hiding your Golden Girls DVDs!"