Madison Drinker’s World
A quick look at some of the people, places, and things in Madison Drinker’s personal world.
Some places are fictional, though they draw on the ambiance and style of other locations. Some are real. The adversaries, including President William Foster are of course, fictional.
As to Madison and her friends…they’re not modeled on anyone in particular, but we have known and loved many similar people.
Bill Foster was the son of an American Executive. Fired from his first job at Axelon Energy, which he got through family connections, he became a reality television personality, but his first series also failed. He divorced his first wife in 2005 and she gained custody of his daughter Kaidence.
Reality TV mogul Bryan Hammerschmidt gave Foster another shot in 2012 and his hunting show American Gunman caught on with “the Duck Dynasty and NASCAR” crowd. Foster ran for President on the GOP ticket in 2020 and was inaugurated in January of 2021.
Foster lives with his second wife in the GOP stronghold of Newport Beach, one of California’s most affluent, and whitest, districts.
Kaidi Foster was born in 1999, her mother divorcing her father when she was age six. She appeared as a child on her father’s reality show American Gunman.
As a teen and young adult she was part of a Hollywood “fast set,” which included Grammy nominated vocalist and songwriter Terrana Kudger, and was in a car when Kudger was charged with DUI and an unnamed other passenger with possession of methamphetamine.
While she lives with her father, Kaidence still lists a condo off West Cahuenga as her principal residence.
Sean Sheppard, Deputy Assistant to the President and Assistant Director for Oval Office Operations. He is the former owner of two security companies, HighMark and White Glove, both of which provided security contractors for Bill Foster.
Jesse Brock, apparently a ranking employee at WhiteGlove, Brock began his career in US Military Special Forces, then went on to work on the Memphis Police force. There is some suggestion he was fired or asked to resign though the reasons are unknown..
A lawyer with expensive but tasteful clothing and accessories, Hansen is the emissary of the mysterious
“Business Intelligence” firm WhiteSquare. A powerful and potentially sinister international presence, WhiteSquare has been tied to “dirty ops” in the 2020 electoral campaign as well as witness intimidation in a sexual harassment case involving a noted Hollywood producer.
Born in 1975 in London’s East End, Griffith’s father was incarcerated in his youth. He has been a lifelong West Ham United fan, after his uncle took him to games despite the Hammers near permanent residence near the bottom of the Premier League. Griffiths enlisted in 1993 and served in Yugoslavia in 1995. For two years afterwards he was a Papparazzi, working for the Express out of the Black Lubyianka in the dying days of Fleet Street.
He took work as a photojournalist in Yugoslavia in 1998, covering military actions there, and eventually became a War Correspondent. After being held hostage by ISIS in 2013-14 in Syria he retired from journalism to found PGI Investigations in Washington DC.
Andrea Simmons was born in the early 1960s, and married Justin Drinker c. 1982-83. Their eldest daughter Sarah was born in 1985, and their younger, Madison in 1989. Andrea Simmons is known for following health food fads and for erratic behaivor following her husband’s imprisonment when she survived with help from her husband’s brother Charles. She was divorced sometime shortly after 2006, and remarried in 2010 to Realtor Duane Simmons.
Duane Simmons is a realtor with his face on “every sign in Great Falls,” a pricey section of Northern Virginia along the Potomac which provides large estates to the likes of Saudi Princes and the Kennedy family. He is Republican, fond of expensive wine, and owns a house overlooking the Potomac which may or may not have been featured in McMansion Hell.
Thresher is a large, heavily tattooed Club volunteer and rope top with a heart of gold. Smart and soft spoken, he makes a living selling high quality natural fiber rope. His “blacklight reactive” rope has been a hit with certain rope tops who like photogenic scenes, though “Thresh” himself has never been inclined to use it.
Amy is Madison Drinker’s best friend, despite an almost ten year difference in age. Born in North Carolina and carrying a slight southern accent at twenty four she is a Graduate Student in Political Science at Richard Henry Lee University in Washington DC. Identifying as a “brat” she sees herself as an edge player partially because of a tendency toward emotionally risky relationships with older men. Madison points out that Amy is also the only one who regularly calls her on her bullshit.
Elektra, whose given name is Lissa is an ER nurse preferring 3/12 shifts. She is an edgeplayer and expert needle top, but she has a strong interest in mental and emotional duress and humiliation. She was formerly in a D/s relationship with a professor named Sebastian Ingram, a controversial local scene figure, which has resumed since his return to the East Coast.
A mysterious figure, it’s not even clear who originally sponsored Walter’s membership to the club. A self declared sociopath, he plays by the rules of consent because he prefers not to be kicked out. Walter claims, credibly, to work in some sort of intelligence related field, not unusual in the Nation’s Capital.
The central figure of Don Grambling’s “Knotwork,” a feature night at the Club, Don is “a legend in his own mind.” A flashy rope top, whom Thresher regards as lacking any real substance, he is critical of other tops and has driven most of them away from the local scene. Elektra sees him as a major figure in an unfair campaign against her former partner Sebstian Ingram, and according to reliable sources “he only really knows that one TK tie that everybody does.”
The “Faerie Queen,” Spencer is an older man who frequently wears drag, wings and carries a glitter wand. A federal contractor in his daily life, he is active in the drag world as an emcee for pageants, and also does charity work for homeless LGBT youth. His website describes him as “half Shakespearean virtuoso, half glitter-shitting unicorn.”
Eking out a perilous existence in the increasingly gentrified “NoMa” district in Washington DC, the Club occupies the space of a former Federal Customs Warehouse.
The owner is Kim, who is past fifty and has spent most of her life building the club, which seems under constant threat from fire marshals and other city planning agents intent on scouring the nightlife from an area which has become the stomping grounds of dog-walking hipsters.
Once upon a time there was the Sans Souci, the Lion D’Or, there was even the somewhat more proletarian Tom Sarris’ Orleans House. Only the venerable Palm remains. Founded in 1920 in New York, expanded to Washington in 1972, supposedly at the suggestion of then Ambassador to China George H.W. Bush, who liked the New York Location and wanted a decent place to get a steak in DC. In the days of expense accounts and the three martini lunch, these were the places where business was done in Washington.
Lincoln’s Waffle shop is across the street from Ford’s Theater, which explains the name. After he was shot in the head by John Wilkes Booth, President Lincoln was taken into the Petersen House opposite the theatre and Mary Lincoln accompanied by the injured Major Rathbone adjourned to the Waffle Shop next door which was hastily renamed for her husband. She had two cups of tea, a waffle with maple syrup and oysters after the fashion of the day, and was found there by Clara Harris, who uttered the immortal question “so aside from that Mrs. Lincoln how was the play?” – M.D.
The waffle shop is functional and has the distinct feel that not much has changed about it since the Nixon administration. But the waffles are good, and it’s open odd hours.
Now an REI store and Spaces co-working offices, ULINE Arena is a legitimate part of Washington History. The Beatles really did open their US tour here – in eight inches of snow, to a sold out crowd. The Smithsonian has an article about it, and there is still a good bit of footage online. Dylan played here, and it was used as a detention center. By the 2000’s the site was a post apocalyptic parking garage.
The Maine Avenue fish Market is one of the best kept secrets in Washington DC. It’s true that the fish isn’t trawled out of the bay like it was in yesteryear, but brought up from the Eastern shore. It’s still fresher than anything you’re going to get at a restaurant. This place is a pescatarian paradise, which is also the name of my new Indie band. The area nearby has gotten quite bougie, but so far hasn’t managed to kill the Market itself. – M.D.
Designed by Montgomery C. Meigs, for the United States Pension Bureau. Meigs comissioned his own Civil War version of Trajan’s Column as a sculpture to run around the inside. Typical of DC, he couldn’t afford it, so the actual frieze repeats itself several times. He did insist that there be a “negro teamster” in it, which is either egalitarian for the era, or full on tokenism, depending on how you want to look at it. Like most things in the city, it’s a “glass half empty, glass half full” question. It’s rumored that after Sherman (or possibly Sheridan) was asked for his comment on it, he lamented “that it was fireproof.” It is best known for having hosted several Presidential Inaugural Balls, going back to Grover Cleveland. It’s still a high prestige event venue.
The columns are supposed to be some of the largest anywhere, though nobody seems exactly certain of that. They’re certainly among the biggest not lying Ozymandias style somewhere. They are also supposed to have the faces of the dead in them. The various reasons are kind of random. The first dead from Manassas were brought in there. There was once an insane asylum on the spot. The story was certainly fanned by local DJ John Alexander who published Ghosts : Washington’s Most Famous Ghost Stories.
My personal opinion is that it’s haunted by the ghost of Richard Nixon’s career. He held is inaugural ball there in 1973. We know how that worked out, don’t we Bill Foster? – M.D.
You look at this neighborhood and you think “wow, this is what urban blight looks like.” The thing is for all the guys on the corners selling “red and blacks,” the people are nice. Most of them are just citizens trying to raise their kids on nothing. There are entrepreneurs who buy a shell and try to build it out. Street prostitution is part of the local economy. You think maybe that some urban renewal would be good here, then you realize that urban renewal in Baltimore hasn’t been much short of class warfare. As David Simon put it:
“If I had to guess and put a name on it, I’d say that at some point, the drug war was as much a function of class and social control as it was of racism.”
But, hey, don’t listen to me, I’m not the political science major. How about listening to David Simon ripping Baltimore and Martin O’Malley a new asshole in this Marshall Project article.
I think I keep calling this place “Musso and Frank’s Grill,” but that’s not exactly the name. Still, I never heard anybody call it anything else.
I hung around Hollywood a lot, like you do if you date in LA.
This place has history. I always felt super high class here, even when I didn’t entirely want to. The waiters are so precise and polite.
Also I saw David Lynch here. For real. – M.D.
I don’t really remember much that happened here. I drove through there one other time and I don’t even remember exactly which house it was that Von Dutch Hat was in. But I just realized this kind of freaky thing, looking at it on a map. It backs up to Wonderland Drive. So, if you went to the back property line of that house, which I didn’t, you’d be facing the back of the site of the Wonderland Murders. Kinda spooky huh? I didn’t know that at the time of course. I learned it looking over the Google Map when Amy asked me to do all this stuff, cause I recognized “Wonderland Drive.”
They tried John Holmes for that, but he was acquitted. I know I’m supposed to be a big deal detective now, according to Amy, but I don’t even begin to sort all that out. Just weird shit, huh? – M.D.