"Yawn! Hello?"
"Francine? It's Jake."
"Jake? It's three in the morning!"
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, but I think I have a scoop for you."
"Can't it wait until morning?"
"No, it'll be sober in the morning."
"Sober? Are you drunk?"
"No, but the person I'm with is."
"Who's that singing in the background?"
"It's Congressional Representative George George of . . . hang on, I forgot where he's from. Where are you from again?"
Francine can hear a drunk man singing an off key rendition of "The Yellow Rose Of Texas".
"He's from Texas."
"OK, why are you with a congressman from Texas at three in the morning?"
"Temp job. The temp agency called me up and needed someone to work the overnight shift at the Democratic National Convention downtown. Apparently, they thought that because of my overnight experience as a d.j. I could handle it. That's what they told me anyway. But seeing as they called up at the last minute, I think they were just desperate. It's strange that in an area with so much unemployment that there are still a lot of jobs no one else will do apparently. I'm not even sure what my title is but basically I'm on call if any delegates need some help. I'm their local expert. My supervisor says on this shift I'm the drunk shepherd. Er . . . well, I'm not drunk but I shepherd the drunk. So the congress dude needed a ride home from Little Italy. He had a late meeting and couldn't remember how he got there or how to get home, so I got the call. I drove over there in my car--I get a mileage reimbursement so that's cool--but when I got there, he didn't want to go back to the hotel. He says he wants to party. He's really drunk."
Francine can hear yells of "Ms. Speaker, I'd like to propose that this house offer a resolution to rock the house! Where's the party???!!!! I want to party!! Ain't no party like a Texas party! 16th district! Woo!!!! Do they have donkeyshows here?" in the background.
"So you want to bring a drunk democratic congressman to my house to party?"
"No! He just told me he had a meeting with Louis Carson Fir."
"Fir."
"Yes, Fir! I figured you could interview Mr. George and find out what the meeting was about."
Francine hears yelling and Jake shushing George.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, we're pulled over, and he's propositioning some passerbys."
Francine hears George yell, "I'm in Cleaveland. I want a steamer!"
"He's trashed, huh?"
"Yeah, anyway, he's trying to get out of the car, so I've got to get moving. You know how I hate to talk on the phone and drive. Do you want to interview him or not?"
Francine sighs, and says, "Yes, thanks. Bring him to the all night diner at the rapid station in Believer Square. I'll meet you there."
"Cool! Will do."
"And Jake?"
"Yeah."
"Please don't tell me you're doing this just to see me again."
"OK, I won't tell you that. Er . . . I gotta go. He's crawling out the window."
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel, which is available in print and as an ebook.
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