"Well, I have a lot more political experience than my opponent, that's for sure," you say, confidentially.
"Mr. Jones, do you have a reply?"
The handsome man adjusts his collar nervously. You were right. As the incumbent, you were certainly more likely to win. But there was something people liked about this underdog. His looks were striking, alien-like almost. He also appealed to the working class, being one of their own.
"She has been in office for what, 8 years? And what has been accomplished? She claims to stand for the people, and yet what has changed?" His rebuttal is met with cheers from the people, your people.
You stand there, mouth agape for a moment, trying to comprehend what happened.
***
Later that night, you somehow see him at the same bar.
He keeps eyeing you, yet you furiously refuse to meet his gaze. Finally, he downs the rest of his drink and comes over to talk to you.
"Look (y/n), I'm sorry. I don't really mean it. I just do what they tell me to do. If it means anything, I don't personally believe a word I said. I think you're fantastic!" He smiles goofily, and you have to admit it is endearing.
"Then why are you running?"
He sighs. "You want to know the real reason?"
"What?" You snap a little, exasperated.
"Honest to God!" He says excitedly, raising a hand to cross his heart "a bet."
"What? No. No way!" You say, cracking a smile. It's just too preposterous.
"Yep, 500 quid. I just didn't expect my opponent to be so attractive."
You blush, despite yourself. He certainly was charming, even if he was the enemy.
"How about we go back to my place, eh? Study some politics?" He smirks a little at the end, and you're unable to resist, despite his horrible attempt at a pickup line. You look around the bar to watch for cameras, and...
"Yeah. Okay. Sure. Let's go. Right now though!" You hiss, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. You bid a taxi, and Mr. Jones tells the driver his address.
"By the way," you say, "I never got your first name,".
"David," he says "David Jones".
When the taxi arrives outside his place, he escorts you in and opens the door. He takes your coat, all gentleman like, then leads you to his bedroom.
You kick off your heels and then unbutton your blouse, letting it fall onto the bed. David unhooks your bra, and throws it to the ground, and pulls off your pencil skirt. He lays you down gently, and begins to make out with you.
You fumble at his belt, and then finally get it undone. You unbutton his pants, and finally you guys are both naked and begin to make love.
***
In the morning you awake to the smell of sizzling bacon. You walk into the kitchen.
"I know it's a cliche, love, but I like to make breakfast after a good night," he winks.
He sets you up a plate, and then himself one.
"By the way, I'm dropping out of the race. I won the bet."
You stare at him, confused.
"Well you see, the bet with my friends wasn't to run or win or anything like that. It was to bang the alternative candidate. You."
