Jean-Etienne took a deep breath when Bremond called for him, turned around and headed back to the cabinet meeting, his mind whirring with what had just transpired between him and Vivienne. He was very sure he’d just been used, and nothing more, but hated having to do that. However, he had to do something even more soul sucking next, but as far as he was concerned, there was no other option. He pushed open the doors to the temporary cabinet room and prepared himself to sneak back in, except…there was not a single sign of his fellow ministers; which was a bonus in some respects, but a curse in others. Of all the days to lose your mind, Jean-Etienne. Of all the days.
“Foutre,” he swore under his breath, hoping this would end soon, as he had a vitally important vote to participate in, and he wasn’t sure the mouse or cat knew much about politics. Then again, if they’d been produced by his own head, anything was possible. He glanced down to check he still had his clothes on, as dreams had a nasty habit of ridding you of them, but he still had his neatly done up waistcoat, tie and even his briefcase. He then furiously started willing himself to wake up. ( Unfortunately for him, it wasn't going to happen )((I bring you the park’s second politician (run away!!), Jean-Etienne Beaufort from my favourite film ever, Bon Voyage, called in places a French Casablanca (couldn’t comment as I’ve never seen the latter). Yeah, I’m a French film freak. He’s taken from the last time we see him, just before the vote on the surrender. Feel free to call him a cheese eating surrender monkey or spot that he’s actually Gerard Depardieu. He’ll be offended/baffled, but all the more fun for me. More info here This is, by they way, Bernard/Shaun/Kitty. This is the sort of thing I consider fun after writing essays comparing French Republics.))