Rory tossed her bags next to the first available bed and flung herself down on the mattress. Paris stepped into the room, followed by a bellboy who was lugging several matching bags.

"Just put them over there." She gestured toward the vacant bed.

The bellboy carefully set the luggage down then graciously exited as Paris handed him a tip.

"Oh, the working class. They're so quaint. So greatful."

Rory just shook her head and picked up a packet off of the desk. "You know, Paris, what exactly are you planning to do once you're out of Harvard and in the big bad world?"

The blonde shot her a confused glance. "Politics. I mean, why else would I waste my time with something as trivial as student leadership. It's simply a rung in the ladder straight to the top." She began unpacking her bags. "I just hope there's a decent country left to run when I get there."

"And if not, I'm sure you'll fix it within the first week." Rory dug through the packet and pulled out a stack of brochures.

"It's nice to know you recognize my power."

"Ooo! All you can eat Chinese buffet."

"Or perhaps you're just insane."

"No, look, all you can eat Chinese buffet. 5.99 a person. That's quite the deal." She handed a brochure to Paris.

"A deal with the devil, if you ask me. People die at those things." She tossed the brochure onto the bed.

"Yes, I seem to recall several films at eleven featuring Chinese buffet deaths."

"I'm allergic to MSG."

Rory crossed her arms. "A bright and shiny nickel says you haven't even had MSG."

"I imagine I'm allergic to MSG."

"And I imagine all the people living life in peace... at the all you can eat Chinese buffet." She grabbed the blonde my the arm and pulled her toward the door.

"Fine. But if I swell up, you're responsible for antihistamatising me."

"Look at you... You're not even President yet and you're already making up your own words."

To be continued...