A/N: Eh. I don't really like this chapter. I have all the drabble prompts written on notepad sheets (like bigger than post-its but smaller than everything else) that are taped onto my monitor. This finishes off the first column. First of four. Anyway, just felt like saying that, we're kind of almost 25 through. smiles weakly Anyway...
xxii. Enemies
They haven't spoken to each other civilly in a long time. He wants to blame it on Ann Coulter and the swaying of Congress. She just wants to blame him. But they're both vaguely aware that it's more partisan politics than anything.
It's a few weeks to the election, and they're both going on Capitol Beat.
Together. Against each other.
He's arguing for the Democratic nominee, she's going to try and spear him on a stick. They meet in the make-up room.
"Sam."
"Ainsley."
Curt. Always curt. Short, sweet, steal-your-soul mean. He sighs, wondering what had happened to their friendship.