John Boner (JB) in his office, he's depressed. He can't believe the mess he's in. He doesn't know where he belongs or who his allies are. He's sitting in his executive chair, behind his desk. He's released the nob on the right hand side so he can really lean back and stare at the ceiling. He's doing this now. Across from his desk sits his Assistant (JBA). His assistant is wearing a pair of stylish black pants that just might be too short, or maybe we don't get it. Anyway he's in his late 20s . He's handsome. He's very thin.
JBA: Is reading something on his iphone.
JBA: Ugh
JB: What tell me. What happened? I need to know... No wait. Don't tell me.
JB lights a cigarette.
JB: Now tell me.
JBA: They want you to call a press conference about that bill.
JB: God.
JBA: They want you to say that its a compromise?
JB: What? How?
JBA: They want you to say that 'they' get the increase, while 'the american people' get a constitutional amendment to prevent taxes from ever being raised again.
Both men stare into the distance, across from each other but as though they are alone in the room. JB forgets he has a cigarette lit, and lights another one.
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