The following Republican Senators stabbed you in the back today by voting to PASS the ridiculous gun bill:
Mitch McConnell of Kentucky
Roy Blunt of Missouri*
Richard Burr of North Carolina*
Shelley Moore Capito of West Virginia
Bill Cassidy of Louisiana
Susan Collins of Maine
John Cornyn of Texas
Joni Ernst of Iowa
Lindsey Graham of South Carolina
Lisa Murkowski of Alaska
Rob Portman of Ohio*
Mitt Romney of Utah
Thom Tillis of North Carolina
Pat Toomey of Pennsylvania*
Todd Young of Indiana
If one of your Senators is on here - like one of mine is - remember their name and make sure they never win another election again. Volunteer for their opponents in their next primary (some aren’t up for re-election until 2026), vote for the independent or libertarian candidate in their general race.
We are not giving them any more passes.
*The senators with the asterisk are retiring at the end of their term, but we also want to make sure they don’t think they can be Governor, representative, or president.
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Helloooo! For the bodyguard AU because it’s a very interesting AU!
A few minutes before the show ends Gil goes away to get the car ready. In the meantime the show ends and Thena slips down the last 4 steps from the stairs because it’s gotten wet and nobody noticed it. But she absolutely refuses to get carried from anyone but Gil. And when he comes back and sees the situation he worriedly hurries to her.
It had been raining all day.
Thena always felt bad when the weather for a concert was terrible. She couldn't just cancel a show because of a little drizzle, but she hated imagining people standing around in the cold and the rain to see her, either. She rarely did shows outside for this very reason.
But today was just a few songs, slotted among plenty of other artists. And the rain did shift a few times, sometimes increasing to torrential levels and sometimes dying down to a fine mist in the air.
Either way it was miserable, and Gil couldn't wait to get somewhere warm and dry--get Thena somewhere warm and dry. He nodded to the driver to wait for them as he headed back into the stage structure built for the venue.
"Athena, please, just let us help!"
Gil rushed over, already prepared for the worst. He shoved a few people out of the way, finding Thena seated on the steps off the stage stubbornly, crossing her arms and turning her nose up at those around her. "Thena?"
"Oh thank goodness," a production assistant sighed as Gil pushed his way to the front of the little crowd. "She refuses to let anyone come near her."
"Is that a problem?!" Thena snarled at them. "He's my personal security!"
Gil sighed, kneeling down in front of her. If she was being this cranky and snappy with people, something really did happen. He looked at her and her outstretched leg. He ran a finger over her shin, "you fall?"
Thena's leg flinched as he reached her swollen ankle. "The steps were wet, but I couldn't see it on the black."
Gil nodded, unstrapping her heel and slipping it off as delicately as he would try to unfurl a rose. He held her eyes, "does it hurt?"
"A little," she answered him honestly--more honestly than she had been with anyone else present. She whimpered as he tested her knee.
"Okay," Gil frowned, laying her leg down again. "Might be a sprain."
A stage security guard hovered around them, "I offered to get her to the first aid tent, but-"
"It's okay," Gil offered casually, knowing that Thena had probably hissed and scratched at him like a feral cat at any attempts to come near her. "I've got her."
For all the screaming and acid and vitriol she'd had with the stage hands after her fall, she was calm and almost eager when Gil moved closer. She reached out her arms, looping them around his neck in a very familiar move as he scooped her up into his embrace.
"Y'okay?" he whispered to her as he adjusted his hold.
Thena nodded, burying her face in his neck as he made his way to their ride. She was tired, she was rained-on, she was cranky (embarrassed), and in no mood to be around anyone anymore. "Can we just go home?"
"Fine, but I'm calling Kingo," Gil chuckled as she groaned into the collar of his shirt. "You're getting that leg looked at, Thena."
"It's fine," she whined, only loud enough for him to hear.
"Oh, so I don't need to carry you, then?" he asked with a grin. She kept quiet, tightening her arms around his neck. He tightened his hold on her, assuring her he wasn't about to make her walk any time soon. "That's what I thought."
"It's not my ankle, it's my knee," she finally admitted.
"Smashed it right off the step?" Gil guessed, and received a deep sigh in response.
Thena let him set her in the vehicle, waiting for him to come around and sit beside her as he usually did. It took a him a few minutes, but when he did return, it was with towels.
"Poor thing," he grinned at her as their ride finally started making its way back to her end of town. He scooched over on the leather seats to her, throwing a towel first around her shoulders and then over her hair.
"Thanks," Thena mumbled as he moved the towel around, drying her hair for her both gently and clumsily. "You have to carry me around a lot, don't you..."
"Hm?" Gil tilted his head, peeking at her under the fluffy white hood the towel created for her.
Thena looked down at her hands supporting her on the seat, her thumbs twiddling together anxiously. "It's not exactly in your job description."
Well, no, it wasn't. In fact, his job was to protect her and her space--maintain it, even. It was not actually typical for a bodyguard to have to be so physical with their client, even with the amendments to his new contract about what constituted 'protecting' the client.
Thena pulled the towel back, visibly blushing against the grey backdrop out the windows. "I'm sorry you've gotten so used to it."
Gil blinked. He hadn't expected that. Not that it was out of character for Thena to be worrying about things, but he hadn't thought anything of it. Yes, he had started forgoing the trouble of trying to manoeuvre her at times. And yes, maybe they were both a little too used to - a little too comfortable with - him carrying her bridal style. And yes, maybe it could be considered wildly unprofessional in more than a few ways. And yes, maybe since the whole Eros lawsuit they'd gotten even more comfortable with each other (somehow).
"I don't mind."
Thena looked at up him with a miserable purse to her lips. "You shouldn't have to, though."
Gil shrugged, moving to start braiding her hair over her shoulder. Since they were going to give up on being professional with each other, why not?--at least just in this moment. "Makes my life easier."
"Gil, I'm serious."
"So am I," he smiled, laughing faintly as he said it. She still didn't look convinced. "Look, I've never found myself carrying around my other clients like princesses, I admit it."
Thena stayed quiet, although he couldn't help but think that she looked a little pleased to hear that.
"But my job is to keep you safe, and keeping you close makes it easier to keep you safe," he continued gently, twisting her hair off at the end. "I like it--I like that you've come to trust me so much, Thena."
She tilted her head, admiring the braiding he'd done. "I suppose I hadn't thought of it like that."
"And even if I weren't used to carrying you, you're not going anywhere on that knee anyway."
"Gil!"
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