A Glimpse Into The CPF Lounge. Part 12

Day 997, 11:59 Published in Canada Canada by Devilcarrier

Heart pumping hard, out of breath, Devilcarrier comes into the lounge direct from the Scottish battlefield. He and other eCanadians have worked together to repel the Russian invaders. He moves to the bar and draws a pint of CPF Lager, taking a deep draught before moving to his favourite easychair.

To his surprise, that new girl, Sister Linda, is sitting in his chair. He slides into the one closest to her.

"Hi. Nice to see you. Nice to see you are still in the CPF party too."

"Why wouldn't I be?" says the cute pixie.

"I suspected Wes_Lewis was trying to lure you away from us."

"Heh. No worry about that. When I pick a party, I'm loyal to it. Besides, it's doubly exciting to see a party rebuild and re-invent itself."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Linda."

"So, have you decided who you're going to vote for as the next Party President."

"Addy Lawrence."

"Why him?"

"All the candidates are worthy and talented, but Addy has the stature and maturity that I look for. Aside from that, he's an expert in economics and in the military. Finally, I know that he is not just out for himself. He really wants the best for the CPF and eCanada in the long term."

Sister Linda's eyes have been focussed on Devilcarrier's face as he talks, but now he notices that her attention has shifted to someone beside him. Greg McNeish walks by, talking to Homeless Joe.

"There's that sexy ambassador," says Linda. "At least he certainly moves that way."
"You fancy him then?"

She smiled and shrugged. "Not particularly. In fact I've never talked to him, but a girl can watch can't she?"

James McNamarra comes to sit with them. Seeing Linda in Devilcarrier's accustomed chair, his eyebrows raise. When he's seated he asks, "Have you voters decided who you are going to give the nod to in the election?"

"I will vote for Addy Lawrence," Linda tells him.

An announcement is made from the doorway, "The UK has attacked Scotland!"

With a wry grin, Devilcarrier shifts in his unaccustomed chair and chugs down the remainder of his happy juice. Battles end, but not war.