Imagine two couples who are friends in spite of everything, have been friends for decades. The past couple of years they were on opposite sides: one couple used to be in power, the other is just coming into the same power. This has kept them apart, especially with things said during the campaign, but that is over and it's time to heal. They reside in the same city, their children are friends, someday their grandchildren will be schoolmates at exclusive academies away from ordinary people: their lives will always be intertwined, especially after what they've just gone through. These couples are still young at heart, and need to play together, since the rich and powerful are only really comfortable with each other. They only trust each other when it comes to certain activities. When they gather, they call themselves Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice, after the famous movie of their youth. It's an inside joke three of them get, since Alice isn't from our country and is much younger than the rest of them.
They gather at a south Florida resort owned by a mutual friend, since they don't dare go to one of each other's places, especially not after this year. Security is absolute, as it usually is for the rich and powerful, and the paparazzi have no idea where they are. Their children don't know where they are, either. A certain Russian might know, but Bob and Carol would be very pissed if they suspected that. It's three days after Christmas, after each has held opulent holiday celebrations with family and friends.
It's night in a ground floor room that's a special kind of playroom. Dominated by a large, one-way window, it overlooks the ocean where the night view is almost as stunning at the daytime vista. It has amenities we would expect: hot tub, sauna, pool table, ping-pong, a bowling lane (a holdover from Nixon's regime), bar, and small kitchenette. There are comfortable chairs and sofas of all kinds, a walk in humidor, and a poker table. There are also other furniture and recreational equipment that doesn't need description yet. On a coffee table surrounded by comfy seats rest several bottles of fine wine, Scotch, Havana cigars (now the embargo is over), and top grade products of a burgeoning new industry from Colorado and Washington.
The four friends are sitting around the coffee table, wearing only mid-size silk bathrobes and sandals. It's a rare occasion because Carol's bare legs are on display. Bob and Ted are wearing baseball caps, the slogans reversed from the recent contest. Carol has her feet up, smoking a Havana; she blows a ring and says: "Ted, you owe me. I should whip your butt cherry red and shove a dildo up you ass for what you did to me this year."
Ted looks at her through a haze of herbal smoke. "Sounds like fun to me. Remember when guys took over in '93, the Valentine's Day party. You were on top, Alice was on the bottom and I was in the middle. Don't think I've shot a bigger wad since then."
Alice gives them a disgusted look. "That must have been Alice #2," she says in her Natasha Badinov accent. "Nine months later she had your second daughter."
"Well, getting it up the ass is good preparation for your new job, Ted," Bob intones in his gentle Southern drawl. "Especially when you get impeached."
They all laugh. "What spot in the office pool do have for that, Teddy darling?" Alice says darkly.
"7 years, 2 months," Ted replies lightly. "Just after the crash." More laughter.
"Oh, you're such an optimist," Carol snips, sending another ring skyward. "I've got July and Bob has October. This year of course. What do you have, Alice?"
"January 25. This year."
They all take a sip of their favorite beverages. "Holy shit, Carol," Bob says, "those legs are bringing back fond memories. Like when we were at Harvard, and you used to blow me every day to keep your virginity."
"Be nice to me, Bobby, and I may let you fuck me later," Carol says with an evil grin, letting her robe slip open to reveal part of a floppy mammary.
Ted leans forward and smiles. "If you got elected, those things would have been National Secrets worth discovering. Doubt even the topless Russian horseman would have gotten a look at them."
"Flattery will get you nine inches up your ass," Carol smiles, imitating Ted's taut grin. "if you're lucky."
Ted starts to speak and Bob cuts him off: "You said you had some entertainment for us, Teddy boy. Something new your people have come up with."
"Oh yes, I almost forgot." He nudges Alice, who goes to a special door.
Bob takes the opportunity to text his personal security: This room clear, Frank?
