T.J/Sean: First meet
The Hammond twins where shopping in the summer afternoon in June. They picking up a few last minute supplies from a grocery store near T.J's apartment for a party their mother was throwing for her presidential campaign. It was near the fruit and vegetable stand that T.J. first noticed the 5"11 blonde checking him out from the other end of the isle. Douglas saw him looking at the man and sighed. "Don't even think about it." He said placing a few groceries into their trolley.
"What?" T.J. asked in genuine confusion.
"Him" Douglas replied moving his head slightly to the man. "That's the republican congressman Sean Reeves, he is a complete ass but he's married so don't think about doing anything."
"I'm not interested in him!" T.J. lied. "There was a guy behind him who I was checking out."
Douglas stared at his brother contemplating if he was telling the truth or not. "It wouldn't matter if you where anyway because he doesn't play for your team. Now, come on we need to get this back before mom kills us."
"Yeah, I'll be back in a sec, I just need to get a magazine. Meet you at the cash register." T.J. smiled before quickly leaving his brother with the shopping to the magazine and newspaper stand where the blonde man, Sean Reeves, was looking over various broadsheet newspapers. Having a quick look around T.J. picked up a copy of Vanity Fair and started to flick through; occasionally looking up subtly to see the congressman checking him out. When he reached the spread about the congressman he looked from the article to the man which got the congressman's attention.
"Can I help you with something?" He asked.
"No, it's ok I was just admiring your spread in Vanity Fair but I do have to say they did not capture your good side." T.J. replied. He extended out his right hand. "T.J. Hammond."
Sean looked at it cautiously; T.J. had a bad reputation with drugs and alcohol and if he was known to be socialising with him could result in a declining of votes which would not be good in his career but looking up at T.J's mischievous smile he couldn't help but grasp T.J's hand with his left hand and introduce himself. "Sean Reeves" he said with a smile that matched T.J's. For a moment they just stood together, hands still locked together, T.J. feeling the cold press of Sean's gold wedding ring against the warmth of his own hand before a buzzing in T.J's pocket snapped him back into reality.
It was a missed call from Douglas.
"Sean, I have to go now but we should meet up sometime. I'll show you Washington."
"Thanks but I have-"
"-meetings with all the boring people in politics. Let me show you around. It will be fun."
Sean thought for a moment. His impulses told him to go for it but his political brain, and ambition, screamed the complete opposite. "You know its fine; you must have work and stuff to do. Forget I mentioned it." T.J. turned and walked away, leaving the Vanity Fair magazine open on Sean's spread, heading back to his brother at the front of the store.
"Wait," Sean said stopping T.J. in his tracks. "It would be refreshing to get away from politics for a while, here's my card. Give me a call tomorrow if you are free."
