Your sister, Serena Belinda, drove you to the convention center to vote for the very first time. Michigan was primarily a blue state, but with that ramblings of that orangutan on TV, a lot of people were going red... even Serena. Ironic, since she seemed like your stereotypical white liberal bimbo, but then again, she was a slut. And you're not shaming her for that, it's just Serena literally sleep her way to the top of her reporting job, even banging her old boss and the head newsanchor. She pulls into the parking lot, saying something about barring the 'Hillary line'. You didn't know they had lines for select candidates. Thank God, you didn't have to lug that big ass camera equipment that night. To help your aspiring film career, Belinda would often make you her unpaid camerawoman. You step out of the car and patiently wait at the back of the line, and look at the people before you outta bored. You saw this older man, well dressed, and, presumably, his two younger siblings: a sketchy blue-haired brother and a bubbly white-haired sister. The latter accompanied her really annoying white liberal friends, the former by this fat, bearded guy with one arm. There were also two suburban couples: two women you could tell were married from their twead overcoats and the uttering of the word "bird santucary", the other being an overexperiated housewife and her obviously gay husband, who was eyeing a bleach blond cop. I mean... you couldn't blame him for that, the police officer was FOINE! But he seemed to be, ahem, batting for the other team by the way he eyeflirted with the husband. To the side, you notice Serena's coworker Beverly Hope giving a news broadcast. It was Election Night, so it was excepted, and seeing her there made you smile. Beverly was a sweet lady and way more fun to hang out with that your bitch sister. And then you saw... holy shit! Her cameraman was just gorgeous, his deep blue eyes glowing in the night.