"It has to be unanimous. If you say no, we don't do it. We all have to decide to do it together." Cyrus's words stung her ears at the memory of it. Rigging an election was more than illegal; it was treason. Olivia wanted Fitz to win but she wanted him to win the right way. The legal way. The way they wanted him to win, to ensure that he did indeed win, wasn't something she ever thought she would do. The idea of rigging an election seemed too farfetched but Hollis 'knew a guy' so it would be possible for a price. Mostly a piece of her soul but that was the price to pay if she wanted him to win.
Olivia sat at a bar in downtown D.C. drinking. Lately it seemed to be very helpful to her. It was her twelfth night in a row at this bar. She had learned the bartender's name and he made sure that her drinks were filled until it seemed she would pass out soon. Normally she would only drink a bottle of wine a night but lately she had been so down that wine wouldn't help. By now, she was on her fourth shot of tequila. She already had two shots of whiskey, bourbon, and vodka. Liv was more than tipsy but not quite drunk yet. She didn't talk to anyone except the bartender. Men had come up to offer to buy her a drink but she would only ignore them.
It was nearly ten at night when she had arrived. She'd been there for an hour, downing drinks like it was the last night she'd be able to live. When she lifted her head off the counter to look at the bartender, she saw the man she never wanted to speak to again. He called her a criminal, a whore, a liar in a matter of seconds with no evidence to prove she was. She grabbed her purse and slid her coat on hoping to get by unnoticed. She handed the bartender a fifty and told him to keep it. When she stood to get off the chair, Olivia lost her balance and went face first to the floor. As elegantly as she could she got up stumbling to get to her feet and headed to the door, but she couldn't make it.
"Olivia," Edison called her name from inches in front of her. She didn't look at his face as she poised herself to continue walking. She noted that his suit was gone and he was only wearing jeans and a casual t-shirt. "Let me help you." Edison went to grab her hand to help her steady but she slapped it away. "Still difficult I see." Olivia ignored his comment as she tried to get passed him. After a few tries, he stepped aside and let her walk out but followed behind her.
"Quit following me," she demanded as she headed over to her car. Liv opened the front driver's door and got in. She tried to close the door but Edison stood in her way. She went to put the key in the ignition but he was faster and took her keys away. "What are you doing?"
"We may not be involved or love each other anymore but I still care about you being alive. You can't drive home in your condition. You are too drunk to even go to the next block. I'll call you a cab," he said. He pulled out his cell phone and looked for a cab company. Before he could dial a man in a black suit with an ear piece in his right ear appeared and told him to step aside and not to bother calling. Edison looked at the man for several minutes before he left Olivia and went back inside the bar.
The black suited man appeared closer to Olivia and she could see who it was. She held out her hand for her keys but he shook his head no. "I'll be fine. You know that my apartment is only about two miles from here. I won't die before that."
"I'm sorry Ms. Pope. I can't let you drive. It would be very dangerous for both you and anyone on the road. Please come with me," he said. He didn't give her much of an option when he said it. To her, it sounded more of an order. She sat back in the driver's seat and crossed her arms in protest. "I'm only trying to do my job. He makes it difficult for anyone of us that he sends to come get you."
"You better be only taking me back to my apartment Tom." Olivia's tone was definitive that she did not want to go anywhere else. All the shots she had done within an hour were starting to get to her. It was worse this time, since she hadn't ate since eleven that morning.
"I'm sorry Ms. Pope, he wants to see you."
"Of course he does."