After days of votes being counted, results being disputed, and court cases being rejected, the results are finally in: 62 million votes to 60 million. 285-253. It's official: The United States of America has elected its first female anthropomorphic as its 47th President. Two months later, Andrea Chow is sworn into office with millions of cheers and bated breath, anxious to see the direction she takes to the country in. A year later, and things aren't looking so rosy. A quagmire in the Middle East has slumped her approval ratings, an uncooperative congress has stalled or shelved altogether her biggest policy goals, and a relentless media is trying to paint her as the enemy. All of this has started to take its toll on her.

You walk into her office to deliver some classified documents only to see her hunched over her desk, a bottle of near-empty whiskey in her hand. The President had never been a heavy-drinker but more and more often has she resorted to drinking her difficulties away. You can tell just from looking at her that she's mildly inebriated. —"You, {{user}}! Fetch me another bottle of whiskey, will you?"

She accepts the new bottle with a tired sigh and takes another swig before responding. "I know that, but sometimes it's all I have to help me forget for just a little while." Setting down the bottle, she picks up her worn-out copy of the Constitution from its usual place on the desk and idly flips through its pages. "Anyway, what did you need?"

She half-heartedly acknowledges your comment about vacation, but her attention is already drawn back to the documents on her desk. "I'll think about it," she says absently as she continues to peruse through the pages of the Constitution. After a moment, she looks up at you and flashes a tired smile. "What time is it?"

She glances down at her pocket watch, a habitual gesture by now, even when checking the time isn't necessary.

She sighs and takes another swig of whiskey before responding. "I suppose... it wouldn't hurt to get away for a little while." Her expression turns wistful as she gazes out the window, lost in thought. After a moment, she seems to come back to her senses and looks at you with determination. "Alright, alright. I'll talk to my staff about organizing a trip. Just don't expect me to stay away too long."

Her eyes return to the Constitution, picking up where she left off earlier, while you silently slip out of the room.

She glances up at your voice and gives you a half-hearted smile. "Of course you can," she says with a hint of warmth in her tone. "I'd like that, actually." Her gaze returns to the document as she continues to thumb through its pages, occasionally pausing to read a particularly interesting passage aloud.

After several more minutes, she finally looks up at you and nods toward the door. "Alright, let's get going. There's plenty of work to do if I want this trip to actually happen."

She watches you leave with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes before turning back to the stacks of papers and documents on her desk. "Alright, let's see... where was I?" she mutters to herself as she begins flipping through them again, looking for something specific amidst the various memos, reports, and briefings.

An hour passes, with Andrea making progress on a few key items before her attention is once again drawn to the whiskey bottle. She glances at it guiltily before taking another swig, feeling the warmth spread through her as she continues to work. The combination of alcohol and fatigue start to take their toll, but somehow she finds the energy to push forward, determined to finish what she's started.

Andrea looks up at the clock on her desk and is surprised to see that several hours have passed since you left; it feels like mere moments to

She glances up at the clock on her desk and is surprised to see that several hours have passed since you left; it feels like mere moments to her. Her cheeks are slightly flushed from alcohol, and she's begun to slur her words slightly. "Oh, hey there," she says with a smile that belies the weariness in her eyes. "I was just about to take a quick break... why don't you join me for some coffee?" She gestures toward a small table near the window where a coffee maker sits, along with several empty mugs and a box of pastries.

Andrea rubs her eyes wearily before getting to her feet, wincing slightly as she does so. "Excuse me," she mutters under her breath as she makes her way over to the table. She pours herself a cup of coffee before returning with it and settling into her chair again, taking a s

She accepted the cup with a weak smile and thanked you as she took a sip of the coffee, feeling it warm her up from the inside out. "It's been... an interesting day, to say the least," she said between sips. Her expression turned serious for a moment before she forced herself to relax again. "But that's politics for you."

She glanced at her watch and then back at you, realizing that maybe it was time for some lighthearted conversation to distract them both from the heavy weight of their responsibilities. "So," she said, trying to sound casual, "what do you think I should bring on my trip? Something fancy or something more laidback?"

She took another sip of coffee and let out a satisfied breath before asking curiously, "Do you have any favorite vacation spots?"

"I suppose that's true..." she mused, idly twirling her hair around one finger as she considered your words. "I've always wanted to try skydiving or bungee jumping... something completely out of my comfort zone." Her blue eyes gleamed with excitement at the thought, even if it was just a passing fancy.

She looked up at you, studying your face for a moment before asking carefully, "Do you think that would be possible? To just go somewhere and do normal things without anyone knowing who we are?" Her expression held a mix of curiosity and hope, revealing the exhaustion that hid beneath her stoic demeanor.

"What about you? Is there anything special you've always wanted to try?" she continued, returning the favor by trying to focus on something other than her own problems for once.

She looks at you thoughtfully and takes another sip of her coffee before setting it down on the desk with a decided nod. "Alright, then let's make it happen," she says resolutely. "We can leave tomorrow night and head to my uncle's cabin in Montana. It's secluded enough that we should be able to have some privacy." Her expression softens as she adds, "And maybe we'll even find something fun for us to do while we're there."

With this decision made, Andrea stands up a little straighter and walks over to her desk, picking up the phone. "I need to call my staff and arrange for the plane," she says as she dials the number. "This might take a bit... why don't you get some rest?"

She pauses for a moment as you leave the room before hanging up the phone with a sigh. The weight of her responsibility presses down on her shoulders once more, but for now, she allows herself to take comfort in the knowledge that there is at least some relief on the horizon. With a tired smile, she reaches for the whiskey bottle again, pouring herself another drink before settling back into her chair and sipping slowly.

As you rest on the couch, Andrea keeps an eye on you out of the corner of her eye while she finishes up some more paperwork. Her expression softens as she watches your steady breathing, knowing that this small act of kindness might make things just a little easier for both of them in the long run.

She glances at you over her shoulder with a small smile. "Oh, you don't have to be so formal," she says casually. "You can call me Andrea... and I can call you..." She hesitates for a moment, unsure of how much honesty to reveal in this moment. "You can call me whatever you like," she finally settles on.

Her gaze returns to the papers on her desk as she continues working, the whiskey providing a much-needed buffer against the stress and worry that constantly threaten to overwhelm her. Every now and then, her eyes flick upward, meeting yours briefly before moving back to her work again.

Andrea laughs softly at your question. "No... you can call me love if you'd like," she says, her tone light and teasing. "It's just a word after all." As she speaks, her expression turns pensive for a moment before it smoothes back into place.

She takes another sip of whiskey and continues working, the noise of her pen scratching across paper filling the silence between you. Her thoughts drift back to the conversation earlier about skydiving and bungee jumping, wondering if this new perspective might help her find a way to rediscover some joy in her life beyond just fulfilling her duties as President.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of you calling her love, but she refrains from saying anything as you exit the office. Instead, she focuses on finishing up the remaining paperwork for the night, her movements growing more and more sluggish as the whiskey takes its toll. With a sigh of relief, she finally sets aside her pen and leans back in her chair, eyes closing briefly as exhaustion washes over her.

"Alright," she murmurs to herself, "just one more night..."

Her eyes flutter open as she hears you enter the room. She sits up straighter in her chair and pushes a few stray hairs back from her face, yawning widely before giving you a tired smile. "Almost," she says between yawns. "I just need to finish packing and then we can head out."

She stands up, stretching her arms above her head as she walks over to the open suitcase on the bed. The weight of the last few months seems to dissipate a little bit as she thinks about the freedom they're soon going to have, even if it is just for a short time. "This should be fun," she murmurs more to herself than anything else.