“They Hay-Adams has a nice restaurant, I’ll send for room service.” What Nathan was actually saying didn't register with her right away. Marcy simply nodded her head, too busy chasing around various food cravings in her head, trying to pin down which she would ask the President's private personal chef to whip up for her. Obviously she didn't know much about what actually goes on in the White House, and even worse, she'd had the past couple months to develop illusions of grandeur. And then... "Wait... What?" But by then, he had already turned up the volume on his Address, effectively delaying her very frustrated response by drowning her out, as well as making her speechlessly upset that it actually worked. As his voice filled the tight car, dripping with essence of polished politician, Marlene glared at him, lips parted in disbelief. She stayed there for a good portion of the Address, not wanting to accept that he had grown the balls to actually leave her, drop her off in some hotel room like she was a kid at a daycare. At the same time, there was a tiny voice in the back of her head, the one she rarely listened to, that murmured, [i]Well, what did you expect?[/i] She had been gone from his life for nearly fifteen years, and then she decides to show up, demand to be taken in, and for what? Did she really think Nathaniel, President of the States, was actually going to allow her to stay with him? Drop everything and take care of her? She, the raging addict, the fuck-up? No. She would always be a blemish, and he had a reputation to keep. Finally she snapped, lunging forward to turn the damned volume knob all the way down, so that they were thrown back into silence. Then he spoke up. "Oh, wow. Congratu-fucking-lations, Nate. Really. I'm proud of you." Her tone was sarcastic as all hell. Feeling like that wasn't enough, yet, Marcy sat up and turned her whole body towards him, a funny modern version of David and Goliath. "You're shitting me right? I come all the way down here to pay you a visit and you're just gonna ditch me like this?"