[ WP ] After a week long bender , you wake up , hung over . In the Oval office .

`` Bloody Mary?'' begs a bewitching, twinkling smile from the left of you, eyes aglisten with wisdom and elegance you could only dream of. John's eyes wander further up, absorbing it all: the slightly wrinkled, knowing look; the blizzard of wild white hair; the look of ease that told him everything would be okay. 
 
 `` Vice-President Joe Biden?'' he asks, agape at the wonder of a man before him in all his shirtless glory. 
 
 `` Yes, John Manson?'' He sits on John's bedside, not invited, but it feels right to have him there, like when grand-mamma would take care of him when he was sick. A caring hand touches his shoulder. 
 
 `` I, um... wow, okay, what?'' 
 
 `` Hell of a night last night, huh?'' he says, as if reminiscing on a fond memory. John wracks his brain, but only the fog and grog of amnesia awaits his mental journey. He could not remember a thing. He had a feeling, though, that he would've liked to have remembered it. 
 
 `` Uh, yeah... How did...?'' 
 
 `` Shhh,'' a finger is presses gingerly to John's lips, and he is silenced. `` You must be dying about now, I'll get you a Bloody Mary.'' 
 
 `` I would actually like that...'' John says. Joe gives a sparkling smile once again, and disappears for a moment. A moment later he is back with a large, orange drink. 
 
 John takes it gently, giving Joe a gentle `` Thank you,'' as he takes it, making eye contact with the wonder of a man. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing. It was like a unicorn with the potential to fulfill every hope and dream of the waking world had stopped by on some long forgotten pilgrimage to simply kiss his forehead and tell him that the world was full of beautiful things. For the first time in John's simple, drunken life, he felt welcome. He felt at peace. 
 
 Tears stream down his face, he was finally home.
