AU: In these times of voting...
[So in France the citizens themselves count the votes in an election: when you go & vote the person manning the ballot box often asks if you’re free that evening to come help. If you say yes, you end up back at the polling station once it closes, at 7 or 8 p.m. They make you sit in groups of 4 & give each table its share of votes to count. In each group 1 person takes the ballots out of their envelopes, 1 person unfolds them & states the name of the candidate each vote is for out loud & 2 persons write it all down in a table on two separate but identical sheets (for comparison). Once all the votes in the station have been counted and checked, the officials gather all the sheets to be processed, & the volunteering citizens go home.
Knowing that, please consider the following AU:]
Somehow I’ve been roped into counting the votes at my polling station and somehow I ended up sitting at the same table as you and it’s quite obvious that the candidate you support is losing - or, rather, that that candidate you hate is winning - and at first I found it hilarious but actually your Epic Scowl Of Doom is kinda cute and the amount of care you display for the outcome of these elections is kinda hot (???), so now I’m stuck wondering if it’d be better for your candidate to lose - so I can ask you out by offering an attentive ear while you rant and drown your sorrows in alcohol - or to win - so I can ask you out by suggesting we go celebrate - but in the meantime I probably should warn you that you’re going to snap the pen in two or stab it right through the sheet of paper if you keep scratching down the results with that much viciousness and I really don’t think they have another one to give you if you ruin it.
(Also the guy taking the ballots out of their envelopes at our table totally voted for That Candidate You Hate if the dirty looks he keeps throwing at you when you huff at yet another vote going That Way is anything to go by - and at first that was even more hilarious but now I’m actually kinda worried about what will happen if you notice or if he snaps at you and the old lady who’s the fourth member of our group has been slowly but surely scooting her chair away because clearly she has the same thoughts as I about where this is headed, so I’m left alone to fend for myself on the front line and I didn’t ask for any of this shit, all I wanted was a nice evening with some pizza and pie and maybe even icecream in front of the TV, only now SOMEHOW I’m stuck here and really, I’m too pretty to die as collateral damage.)
(But at the same time if I’d stayed home I wouldn’t have known you exist and that would’ve sucked too. Damn it.)