Been awhile. Apologies. I think this will be a BREAKOUT EVENT and I want to be part of it.

“…li…”

“Char…”

“Charli!”

Huh?  Oh, his girlfriend, Amelia, just jerked him up and out of bed.  No top on; she’s so pretty…

“Stop staring at me!  We’re overthrowing the government today!  Wash your face and get some clothes on!”

Bossy, but tremendous fun in bed, Charli knew since he’d met her in class at junior college that she was a force to be reckoned with.  She’d called their Paki lecturer a cunt to her face and demanded she go home.  He’d just thought it through until she grabbed his hand, after class, and said demanded dinner.

“Yes, Ammie,” he said, a little groggy, not remotely used to her morning routine.  Staggering to the bathroom, he splashed water on his head.  “You said we’re doing what?”

“Starmer and the rest of those queers,” she shouted, now in his flat’s little kitchen, making toast.  “We’re deposing them.”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Charli said, rubbing his face with a towel, “that that’s legal.”

A look of utter disdain settled on his recent girlfriend’s face.  Bobbed, purple hair, black choker to match her cute, little beauty mark below her eye… eyes filled with fire right now.

“Who wins writes the laws,” she fumed.  “I picked you out for a reason and suggest you start living up to it, Charli Boyfriend!”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded.  “Are we shooting people today?”

“No reason,” Amelia replied, finally putting clothes on.  Well, dang.  “We’ll make a huge stink outside of Parliament, then march over to Ten Downing.  The PM will mess himself in fear and resign.  We take over the government.”

“But that leaves who in charge?  And you said we’re getting rid of all the wogs…?”

“Friend of a friend is in the wings,” she replied, before walking quickly to him for a kiss.  “Yum!  It’ll be fine.  Most in the government are twats, anyway.”

Her breakneck style of talking was how they went from classmates to bedmates in one day.  I never, in my life, imagined anyone like her.  I thought maybe a gamer-girl, if I was lucky…

“Shoes!  Let’s go!” Amelia demanded.

Just outside the door to his flat, Charli turned to lock it.

“We’re really going to do this?” he asked.

“Yes,” she stood on her tip-toes to kiss him.  “We are.  We’ll make Britain great again!”