Just then, the Vice President, JD Vance tumbled through the Oval Office doors. The poor man was obviously thoroughly drunk.
"Oh" Vance slurred, "you guys still here?"
The Prime minister, mildly startled, but mostly unperturbed, whenced noticeably from stench of alcohol, a brow raised s at Vances unkept appearance. Even his untucked shirt didn't conceal wet area at the upper thigh of his thigh.
"Yes, as you can see, we are," The President Of the United States replied, not just a hint of admonishment in his tone. "Did you need something," adding, obviously in afterthought, "Have you met Prime Minister Modi?"
"Oh, yeah, hi..."
Modi blinked and nodded cool acknowledgment, palmed his hands, and expelled a soft "Namasta."
JD turned glanced at the Prime Minister. "Yeah, whatever, I get enought of that from the wife."
Vance turned to the president adding, "Yeah boss, me and the Big Guy was going to play some role playing games. You know..."
"Yes, I know.
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Vance left the office much as he had entered, only that he somehow tripped on an imagined rug and tumbled to the floor. Modi saw Trump shake his and say "asshole" before guards closed the double doors to the Oval Office. "Kid's will be kids," he said to Modi.
Resident Trump returned to his self indulgent lecture at the Prime Minister who feigned interest with a patient lip bitten diplomatic smile. Modi was trying to revive...
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