you better leave (it's not safe in here)
When Claire Bennett first heard the news she was at work, dancing at some skanky Vegas strip club (which was, hands down, the grosses place she had ever, and would ever, work at). Her uncle had just bought a dance from her and as she walked over to his table she laughed to herself and thought about how unfortunately it was that this was hardly the weirdest thing they had ever done in their relationship.
"So should I explain the rules to you or do you know the drill?" Claire asked, folding her arms across her barely covered breasts.
Peter placed a wad of bills on the table and motioned for her to sit down.
"What were you in the mood for a little family reunion so you thought you'd look your niece up, see how she's doing?" Claire asked sitting down, crossing her legs
"The president was in a car accident. " Peter told her with a strange kind of frankness to his voice, "The press is reporting that he isn't going to make it."
"Oh god."
It was like something she would have read about in school (had she continued with school).
The president was unable to finish out his term. The Vice President, her father, would be taking over. And she knew that she could bring this whole administration to its knees with just a few words.
"So you should probably leave here in the next few days. Just as soon as you get things in order."
"I can leave after work."
This took Peter by surprise, "Are you sure?"
"It's just me Peter. I've been doing this long enough to know that I can't form attachments.
It's not fair to anyone."
"Okay. We'll leave tonight."