Partisans

Congress was never exactly a nice place. But this Congress was particularly unseemly. It was the epitome of governance gridlock, and the other side of the aisle made Mo cringe. He looked down towards the floor to see a commotion, and immediately started down towards the fray.

"We need this relief now!" Congressman Warrick said loudly.

"Not at the price you want. Look towards your own state before you ask the federal government to cough it up. You people are ridiculous!" Presley Putnam spat back at him.

"Hey, enough of this. You know he's right, Presley!" Mo said. Presley looked at Mo, a look of distaste marring her beautiful blonde features.

"Just drop it, Mo. That bill isn't going anywhere, and you know it. You want it to go somewhere? Fix the border!" Presley said, her colleagues on her side nodding.

"That's right! Kick rocks, tubby!" a small diminutive congressman said next to her.

"The fuck you say?" Mo said. The congressman recoiled in fear. "Name calling, you little white bitch?"

"Hey, drop that now," Presley said. Mo bristled but stayed silent. "I swear, you people are the worst. Robbie, let's get out of here." The small congressman hustled off behind her like a pet. Mo groused as he walked back to his desk. You people?