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[ladyfirestarter]

Charlie's at the bar, with coffee. Sweet, sweet life-giving coffee.

"Still no?" she's saying, wearily, apparently to the bar itself.

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[ladyfirestarter]

Charlie chokes on her coffee.

[2020sight]

:D?, says Epimetheus.

[ladyfirestarter]

"Seriously James Buchanan, or are you messing with me?"

[2020sight]

"Seriously James Buchanan! C'mon, don't they talk about this? Dealt really badly with the whole secession thing, left the whole mess to Lincoln?"

[ladyfirestarter]

She's shaking her head, and laughing a little. "I always forget how you would have been around for that."

You two, she might almost have said.

[2020sight]

He laughs. "So do most people. It's probably better that way."

[ladyfirestarter]

"Probably, yeah."

And abruptly she's missing Prometheus so much it hurts, and she lowers her head to take another drink of coffee and compose herself.

[2020sight]

He opens his mouth to add something witty -- eyes her -- closes it and gives her a minute. The bottles behind the counter become very interesting while he sips his whiskey.

[ladyfirestarter]

"Anyway," she says, and her tone is brisk and (relatively) cheerful.

[2020sight]

"Anyway," Epimetheus picks up, "my point is that Barack Obama is a name that just bellows dignity, if not exactly WASPishness."

[ladyfirestarter]

"It does rather," she agrees. "And he can carry it off, too. Which, while having nothing much to do with being a good president, does make for a nice change."

[2020sight]

"Don't it just?" He shakes his head. "Amazing how far that kinda gravitas can get you."

He . . . is bad at it usually. Prometheus is better. Much of his family is very good at it.