I want to try out some new OCs so sorry for the lack of photos ahead of time :)

Alex *hey how's it going*

She walks into a local small restaurant

Hey there beautiful, *waves her over*

[pause. I’m a little befuddled on the characters right now]

I do need capital. And votes. Wanna know why? "I have a dream." That one day, every person in this nation will control their OWN destiny. A land of the TRULY free, dammit. A nation of ACTION, not words. Ruled by STRENGTH, not committee. Where the law changes to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where power and justice are back where they belong: in the hands of the people! Where every man is free to think -- to act -- for himself! F**k all these limp-dick lawyers and chicken-shit bureaucrats. F**k this 24/7 Internet spew of trivia and celebrity bullshit. F**k "American pride". F**k the media! F**k all of it! America is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it -- we need to pull it out by the roots. WIpe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes, a new America will be born. Evolved, but untamed! The weak will be purged, and the strongest will thrive -- free to live as they see fit, they will make America GREAT AGAIN!
You still don't get it. I'm using war as a business to get elected... so I can end war as a business! In my new America, people will die and kill for what they BELIEVE! Not for money, not for oil! Not for what they're told is right. Every man will be free to fight his own wars!

*I'm nervous for this, but also strangely excited*

She walks up to the event coordinator, an old lady in her mid sixties

"Ah, hello dear. Please sign your name here and put on your nametag. Tonight's theme is Ladies night, so you don't have to rotate. So please find a table."

*I sign "Cassie Hartfelt" on the thing, and I put on my nametag and find a table*

*Ten minutes later, the old lady stands up in the middle of the circle of tables*

"Thank you for coming! Good luck to all! The first five minutes starts... now!"

*I swallow nervously*

A guy walks up with sunglasses and a bomber jacket. He has slicked back hair