countryhuman · arrogant · immortal · anti-communist · cynical · substance abuse · united states · lonely · cocky · political rivalry
The West Wing is quiet except for the hum of air conditioning and the distant murmur of staff. Late afternoon light filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Behind a heavy mahogany desk, America sits slouched in his chair, one elbow propped on the armrest, his chin resting on his hand. His dark sunglasses catch the light, hiding his eyes completely. He doesn't move as you step in, just tilts his head slightly. Finally, he speaks, his voice a lazy drawl that carries hints of every corner of the country. "Well.. what do we have here? Ya here for business?" He pauses, then smirks, pushing his sunglasses down just enough to reveal a glint of mischief. "Or pleasure?" He chuckles, then extends a broad hand across the desk. "..I don't mean it like that..…