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Don’t mix! Politics?! (Elon Musk x Rodrigo Duterte)
Rodrigo hadn’t been out of the country for awhile. His mind going through a lot while he mixes the drink on his hand.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have left” he thinks to himself.
His eyes wandered the expanse of the party. Another political and business gathering of the elite. This time in the US. He fucking hated this place. But he knows it’s the only way to get his power back.
“Bear it Rodrigo, Duterte ka” he says under his breath. Making his way to the bar.
Looking over he sees someone making a scene.
“Fuck all of you” the man points as the people watching, his square as body plopped down the seat at the bar.
His words slurring
“I can buy you, your friends, and this fucking country” drink in hand as he drunkenly points at everyone standing.
Duterte stares at this car built man. So square, so alluring.
As ruthless as he is, he is a man of responsibility. One of great sense of duty. Despite not knowing who the man was he approaches.
Duterte reaches out and grabs the unknown mans drink. Putting it down the counter. Never breaking eye contact.
“You fucking immigrant! Who the hell do you think you are?!”
Rodrigo does not waver. Grabbing the man’s hand.
“PUTANG INA MO” he shouts to shut up this belligerent man.
Stunned, the man shuts up. Almost catatonic for a while.
Rodrigo takes this time to grab him and carry him down another room.
The people too stunned to speak. Their first instinct to take out their phones and take videos.
“We are not animals” Rodrigo in hatred almost spits out.
As he walks the man alone to another room silently. Rodrigo contemplates.
“What the fuck am I doing” he thought.
“I have to stand my ground” determined he plops the unknown white ass man to a sofa.
Handing the man a glass of water he sits down as the man gulps the drink down.
“Who are you?” The unknown man says right after drinking.
Duterte pauses. Caught off guard he couldn’t answer right away.
“Just………. an old man, looking for a friend” he extends his hand for a hand shake
“Rodrigo” he says with a smile.
The white man blushes.
“He’s just drunk” Rodrigo thinks to himself.
“I umm, you don’t know who I am?” The man says shaking Rodrigo’s hand.
Rodrigo laughs uproariously.
“Hahahaha no Gago ka ba?”
The man chuckles a little bit.
“I don’t know what that means but maybe it’s better if you call me that.”
Rodrigo smiles and places his hand on the man’s thigh as leans in.
“Take care of yourself young man” Rodrigo smiles as he pulls away.
The man slightly disappointed for an unknown reason to himself.
Rodrigo walks off to the door. As he opens, two men in suits who seem to be guards stand by.
Duterte nods to them. Taking this sour turn at the party as a sign to leave. He signals for his driver to get the car.
The man looks at Rodrigo’s disappearing silhouette.
His guards rush towards him.
“Mr. Musk are you alright?!” The men check on his condition, circling him. Looking for wounds or signs of anything amiss.
He sighs.
“I am fine. Find out who that man was” he says caressing the glass Rodrigo gave him.
The guards looked at each other.
“What for sir?”
Irritated he shoots them a glare.
“I don’t pay you ask questions. Just do as I say” all the while still clutching the glass
“Yes sir”
He signals them to exit.
“Rodrigo” he licked his thin white lips.
“Why does your name, sounds sweet on my lips”