EL FINAL

Tommy looked at Mikaela, totally stunned. He had been enjoying his time here with Anastasia but the revenge threesome idea sounded more and more appealing. Carlos still hadn't arrived back in Ibiza and he had been ever so lonely. He never cheated on Carlos, even though they never talked about being exclusive. Anastasia on the other hand was glad she stayed out of this whole mess, including any lewd nonsense.

"Do you know what Mikaela yes-" Tommy said, his words being cut off by him noticing a movement in the corner of his eye. Who was it that had entered the club?

Carlos had entered the club, with a suitcase and all his luggage. "Approchez approchez!" Carlos said. "On va danser le big bisou!"

Tommy and Anastasia approached him and joined in in dancing the big bisou, Anastasia found some random Spanish man and dragged him along with her, and Tommy partnered with Carlos.

Tommy, extending the fig leaf of peace said: "Mikaela, do you want to join us dancing the big bisou?"

Candidate Name: Alexander Phillips
Home Nation: Icholasen
Office(s) sought: Internal Affairs
Incumbent? (Y/N): N
Eurogroup Affiliation: EPA
Biography: Alexander Phillips was born in 1975 in the former Romain Socialist Republic. He is probably best known for being Eilidh Whiteford's Treasury Minister from 2017 to 2019, but Phillips' career started as a businessman in Portland. In 2003, he started working for the Nicoleizian state rare earth metals company, facilitating its transition to privatisation and break up from 2003 onwards. He then became chief executive of one of the new private rare earth metals companies, NREM, in 2005 and lead it to modest success. After leaving NREM in 2007, Phillips started out in politics and joined the NAP, being elected as a Senator in 2008. After 7 years in the Senate, Phillips joined the newly founded Party of June in 2015 and was made Minister for Energy and Climate Change in Cormier's 2015-17 Party of June government. After the 2017 election, Phillips was then reshuffled to Treasury Secretary but left the post in June 2019. During his term in Whiteford's government, he worked on reducing deficit spending and increasing GDP. Finally, Phillips has always been decidedly a pro-EU private citizen and minister, saying in 2018 to the Nicoleizian Senate: "our entrance into the EU in 2014 was one of the most important reasons for the success Icholasen has enjoyed in the last 4 years." This is one of the major reasons he is running on an EPA ticket.

NBC News:

Georgia Jeffries: Hello and welcome to NBC News. Tonight, after the LDS primary, we can now give the names of all the people running for the Nonet seat in Saint Romain. The Dominion-wide election will take place on the 31st of August, and will be the second time that a Dominion-wide by-election has been triggered by the assembly of a Dominion. The first being in 2002 when the Socialists lost a vote of no confidence in the chamber of the Saint Regina Dominion Assembly. That is, what some say, was one of the many factors that eventually lead to the fall of their government in 2003. Will the same happen to Whiteford?

Tommy cleaned up the broken glass that Mikaela spilled. "Why did I suggest changing to glass cups instead of plastic cups? Honestly screw the planet if it’s sustaining life such as Mikaela’s.” Tommy thought to himself, scooping up the glass from the floor, and then mopping over the already sticky floor. Soon, the floor would become so sticky it would become unbearable. Tommy finished up cleaning while all hell broke loose and went back to the bar and thought about what Mikaela had said to him. In thinking, he forgot the “Suelo Mojado” (wet floor) sign! Dios mio! While Tommy watched WWE: Spain unfold in front of him, he tried, in vain, to process what Mikaela had said to him. He realised now that everyone back home would know he works here, so he could no longer avoid them and the press, people might come to Ibiza for him, rather than cheap package holidays.

What also bothered him, is that Mikaela didn’t think he had someone here in Spain. I mean why else live in Ibiza if it wasn’t the ancestral home of his - well, he didn’t know exactly what him and Carlos were. It had been several days since his competition, whatever that was, and Carlos still hadn’t returned to Ibiza so Tommy was annoyed. But annoyed enough to have a revenge threesome with a soldier and Mikaela Kligenberg?

Anastasia came up to the bar and gestured at the folly. “Tommy what are you going to do about this mess?”

“Uhh, watch I guess? I can’t afford cable so this is the best entertainment I’ve had in weeks.”

“You are totally amoral, you know that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay maybe it is a little entertaining, can I come behind the bar though? I don’t want to become collateral damage.”

“That dress IS collateral damage. But of course, come back here.”

Anastasia came behind the bar, grabbed a drink and filled it half way with gin, and halfway with tonic.

“You’ll have to pay for that you know.”

“What? No mates rates?” Anastasia said mid-sip.

Anastasia had landed in Ibiza with the rest of the crew. She never tired of hearing Mikaela talk, it was like listening to a talking puppy. Naive but well intentioned. Anastasia had caught the eye of El Capitán several times, she asked the Nicoleizian God, the best God, why she couldn’t find a man like that. “He’s so strong, he could probably lift me.” She thought to herself. Not like the (late) Nicholas Kligenberg, who had died of natural causes. “He was so annoying. I can’t believe I rented a boat for our wedding.” She continued her internal monologue. “That was expensive and SO not carbon neutral…” Anastasia noticed that the venue was rather empty -- she loved this. There was nothing she hated more than a crowded place. Though this evening, she vowed to be social, look for something special that Nicholas Kligenberg (God rest his soul) could never manage.

Anastasia decided to get a jaeger bomb. When in Ibiza she supposed. She strolled up to the bar and rang the bell because no one was there serving, as it was lowkey quiet.

“One second!” a familiar voice cried out. Anastasia pondered as to who it was. Why could she hear a Nicoleizian accent in the heart of Spain?

From the beaded curtains emerged Prince Tommy with a crate of Four Lokos. Without thinking or looking, he said “what’ll it be?”

The siblings took a double take and Tommy lay silent.

“Thomas.” Anastasia said, using his first name for the first time since he broke into the National Gallery to get a good background for his Instagram post. "What are you doing here?”

“Good question. Well, I met a man called Carlos.”

“THE Carlos?”

“What do you mean?” Tommy said.

“Nevermind. So you came to Spain with this man, then what happened?”

“Well Carlos had to go to Saint Regina to compete in some contest, so he left. He’s still not come back so I’m still just staying in his apartment. But I ran out of money so I had to get this job here.”

“Why didn’t you call me? Or WhatsApp me on the Romanov Group Chat.”

“I honestly like living the proletariat lifestyle, Anastasia. Maybe those communists have got a point. And anyway, no one recognises me because I guess the Spanish have enough news of their own without me on all the front-pages.”

“So are you saying that monarchy is an outdated system of running a country now?”

“Well yeah sis.”

“Disgraceful. Give me a jaeger bomb now.”

After completing the toast, Anastasia realised she needed a drink other than water. "Excuse me, Paco?" Anastasia asked politely, but she could tell she seemed involuntarily condescending. "Could I please have a gin and tonic please?" After receiving positive affirmation that her beverage was on its way, Anastasia surveyed the room again, seeing many familiar faces, but other welcome new ones. She was looking forward to meeting them all later on, but she kept for herself for this first portion of the evening.

"No I don't have any questions!" Anastasia said pleasantly to the driver, or at least trying to be. "I'm just looking forward to the food."

Queen Anastasia responded diligently with a "Yes. The landing was pleasant." In reality, she had a massive fear of flying and hated the landing, sucking on a wine gum to ease the pressure on her ears. She truly hated the whole ordeal of flying but the family business of monarchy demanded it of her. Whenever she did get too overwhelmed, she put her lot in life back into perspective and imagined herself in coach on some dodgy budget airline, and looked around her lovely private jet. It wasn't good for the planet, but what was she going to do? Cycle?!