Kamala grinned as she noticed her staffer's jaw began to slow down. The initial tension in the room had dissipated when the main course was finally served, but the excitable atmosphere had soon after given way into a mist of lethargy as the roofies began to take effect. The Vice President raised a napkin to her mouth and calmly spit out the unchewed morsel of hamburger into the cloth. The staffer next to her fell out of their chair, the cell phone in their hand scattering across the marble floor to Kamala's feet.

Kamala thought to herself, "do not cum" as she bent down and opened up the staffer's Twitter page and began to make a status update.