In the beginning, I studied her choices, her relationships, her articles of clothing. For two decades I tried to imitate the prime version of myself, but I failed in each and every attempt. I tried creating the same narrative, changing my timeline to match up with her own, but instead I created a string of convoluted disasters.
Eventually, I realized I had to make my own conscious decisions, create my own opportunities, and for some time I thought I was happy with them. Presidency wasn't the same as being the Queen of Olympus, but in a way I was the ruler of my very own kingdom. An entire nation under my thumb, but even I knew...it just wasn't the same.
Angeni's Palace - December 22, 2014
"What're drinking too?" She's asked with a genuine bit of curiosity by the young girl working the bar. Poor thing wasn't even aware of whom she spoke too, but the simply dressed in crimson chameleon would entertain this beautiful idiot if only for a few seconds of alcoholic whimsy.
"A new beginning, sweetheart." She placed her glass down, leaving her honey bee lips with that signature devilish smirk on display. A truly unrepentant lady was President Pierce, smiling even as the girl began to feel an unnerving sense of discomfort in the back of her mind.
"A new beginning?" She unknowingly pushed forward through no will of her own, continuing the conversation past its' original destination.
"Yes! A new beginning!" Miss Pierce raised her arms from liquid delight, "A new world made through my own genius." She was an odd bird, but smart of enough to ensure her conversation wouldn't nor couldn't enter the ears of the unintended. As a result, she stood up, hands still raised, cheering the night as she pushed her makeshift friend on.
"How, how would that be possible?" The mixologist begrudgingly carried on, her eyes twitching as she tried to break free of whatever entrapment that forcefully placed onto her mind.
"How would it be possible? Oh my god. Didn't tell you already? I'm like a twenty-first century God, silly." She clasped her hands together, transitioning herself into the more composed stature her demographic was more accustomed too. With a tilt of the head, Miss Pierce telepathically inclined her attentive listener to bow before her graciousness before keeping this conversation between themselves like best friends would.
RING! RING! RING! "And right now. God has to talk to her prophet so shoo, shoo, and do what you gotta do boo." She earnestly smiled, even if it looked like it strained her face a bit.
Perspective
"Mister Zeraz! Please, I'm not being a naughty girl. Santa knows I've been nice all year. I mean a few drinks for the holiday season never hurt nobody." Truthfully, she had no friends or family so being a bit belligerent had become quite the occurrence as of late. So, when her phone rang it only made sense for the supposed God to reign in her behavior. She had this thing for masking vulnerability with her playgirl persona.
"Wait what?" She paused, truly enchanted by the charming words spoken by her mastermind of a prophet.
"Oh, is that right? Santa Claus is giving me my present a bit later than rest? That's okay. So long as it's big, extravagant, and memorable. Just like moi. Oh, yes. Definitely. I'm ready for it. I've been ready for it. Just be sure Santa keeps me posted on the delivery. Okay, okay. I'll be sure to keep a watchful eye."
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