The election's is going well. Bobby is ahead in the polls, and the town seems to be enamored with the smart, beautiful, persuasive Jennifer Barkley.
Well, most people are.
Elizabeth sure isn't. Not when she can see her face flashing on every channel, urging her to vote for Bobby, not vote for Leslie. Vote, vote, slander, vote. Commercial, commercial, talk show, commercial that isn't even fucking for the campaign.
You know what? She was over it. Totally. It didn't take you weeks to call if you were interested.
… At least that's what she told herself as she flicked off the tv and entered the bathroom. SHe stripped, and hopped into the shower, letting the hot water chase away any lingering thoughts about that other campaign manager.
Until she heard the soft sound of "We are Never Ever Getting Back Together" coming from her living room.
She jumped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the hook on her wall as she dashed out the door. She snatched her phone out of her purse and answered, "Hello?", trying to mask the slight out-of-breath quality in her voice.
"Elizabeth, right?" came the voice from the other end. "Jenn Barkley. We met at the bar a few weeks ago?"
"Yeah, yeah, totally. I remember you."
"Cool. So, I guess you haven't found a client, have you?"
"No…" Elizabeth tried to be cool. "We're focusing on the next mayor's term."
"Right. Well, look, I'm sure you know Leslie Knope has come up in the polls recently."
"Tell me about. So, uh, is there a reason you called? I was kinda in the middle of something."
Something like not dripping all over my carpet.
"Basically, I'm sorta stressed out right now, and I was wondering if you'd like to blow off some steam? My place? I'll give you the address."
Elizabeth paused, wondering how she should react. Finally, she settled on I'm-not-saying-we-won't-do-it-but-I'm-sorta-annoyed-and-you're-gonna-hear-about-it-first. "Really? Don't call me weeks and then ask if we can have sex?"
"Never said you had to."
"Just… just tell me the address," she sighed exasperatedly.
Jenn gave it to her and ended the conversation with an infuriating, "See you soon, cutie."
Elizabeth stood in front of Jenn's hotel room, her hair still slightly damp. She swallowed and knocked firmly.
Jenn opened the door, allowing Elizabeth to see that yes, lingerie is something you bring when you get hired to lead a campaign.
"Hey," said Jenn once she had stepped inside. She grabbed a bottle of something alcoholic form the mini fridge and threw it to Elizabeth. "You ready to get it on, or are you one of the ones who needs some foreplay first?"
Elizabeth glanced at the drink, then at Jenn, then… yeah, she kept staring at Jenn. "Okay, one, wow. And two, that depends on what you call foreplay."
"Anything that doesn't involve us with our clothes off."
"You certainly seem to have skipped that step."
"I'm efficient," she shrugged.
Elizabeth ripped the gold, tinfoil lid of the drink. "I'll meet you in the bedroom in a sec, okay?"
Jenn turned, walked into another room, and shut the door behind her.
Elizabeth took a sip of her drink. She glanced around. It was a moderately nice hotel, but this room was clearly at the top of their pricing-list. She shuddered to think how much the mini-fridge must cost.
She drained the rest of the bottle and took off her jacket.
As she stepped into Jenn's room, she couldn't help but wonder, "Am I in too deep?"
It only took the sight of Jenn stretched over the bed's white sheets to answer her question. "Definitely."