Title: Spoils of War
"But I like your place better."
"Donna, your place is fluffier."
"Fluffier?" I ask. Damn, I knew I should have
Josh starts to crave 'fluffy' things when he isn't
"Are you going to throw up?"
"No," he replies queasily.
"Are you lying?"
I hear the cab driver make a disgruntled noise and I
Josh is kind of swaying but he has a happy, oblivious
What the hell, he is pretty content looking right now.
Damn it -- I should have done that last shot with CJ,
Cautiously pleased, perhaps.
The cab driver picks this exact moment to come to a
"Joshua, give me your wallet."
"Okay," he says as he throws it over at me.
Hmmmm... he is really drunk.
I pay the driver and proceed to lug my inebriated,
I stop walking and listen to the sounds coming from
"Through these fields of destruction,
"Why are you singing?"
"I dunno...I think I'm drunk."
We climb up the steps while I let us in to the
It's still storming hard and we both got soaked
I still wish I would've done that last shot though.
"What are you singing?"
"A Dire Straits song -- Brothers in Arms."
"It's been in my head since we went to the thing --
"Then Sam started, I'm not sure Leo knows how the song
"So you all walked into the briefing humming Dire
"Yes. It was really very manly, it's a good thing you
"Okay," I say, unlocking my apartment door and pushing
"Because the song is 'Brothers in Arms' not, you know,
I give him a look before running to the bathroom for
Josh keeps talking.
"I mean umm, 'Brothers and the Very Capable,
"Right, that'd be a weird song title," I say, throwing
He scowls at me briefly before he starts drying off.
"Exactly my point, Donnatello."
"Donnatella," I correct.
"Right-o," he gives me a little finger point before
"Josh, we need to get you to bed."
"Donna, I'm not sure, I mean, you should have told me
"Josh," I stop to glare at him.
"Do you really think tonight is the time for this? I
He interrupts me. "What would you have me do, Donna?
"No, of course not, I..."
"Because I could probably do both of those things but
"Yeah," he states defiantly.
I pull him over to the couch and futilely lay our
"What time do we have to be in tomorrow?" I ask,
"Early, there's so much to do." he starts happily.
He loves this. The battle, the strategizing. Even
"Yeah," I agree, suddenly finding myself overtaken
Maybe I just didn't give the alcohol enough time to
Or maybe, everything really will be okay.
His tone is more serious than before and he turns his
"You can cry if you want," he pats my hand in what I'm
"I don't want to cry anymore, Josh."
"Okay, I'm just saying that I wouldn't mind if you
"Do you want me to cry?"
"Not if you don't want or have to, I'm just saying
"You wouldn't mind."
"Yeah," he agrees.
"Heyyyy," he looks around the apartment. "Where are
"They're with my roommate at a retreat in Wyoming."
"Do I want you to explain this to me?" He asks,
"Probably not, but I feel that you would be strangely
"Okay," he stops me. "I really don't need anymore info
He nods against me in response.
"You know, you can cry if you want to, Josh."
"I don't want to anymore either," he says quietly.
"Yeah," I respond as he reaches for my hand and gives
We sit there for a few minutes listening to the cars
"Wanna watch TV?"
I grab the remote and click it on.
"Want to see if they're rerunning the press
"Yeah," I can hear the smile in his voice even if I
President Bartlet's face greets us on CNN.
"Turn it up, I like this part," Josh says, trying to
"Okay, okay, I've got it," I push his hands away
"Sandy," the President calls from behind the podium.
"Mr. President, can you tell us right now if you'll be
There's a huge flash of lightening followed by a roar
"I'm sorry, Sandy, there was a bit of noise there,
Josh lifts his head up. "He did that on purpose to
I chuckle beside him as I turn the volume up even
"...tell us right now if you'll be seeking a second
Before we can hear those amazing words again, we're
It's not like I can even see the television in front
"Oh, that's funny," Josh mutters beside me.
"I'd be really upset if I didn't already know what he
Josh laughs, as I get up and stumble around to open
"Should I even bother with candles?"
"Donna, I told you, I'm not sure I can..."
"No, it's late," he stops talking to pat the couch
"But I thought you couldn't..."
I smile as I saunter back over and plop down beside
"Do the Flashdance thing I like."
"Joshua," I pause to sigh. "I am so sorry I did that
"Yeah, but you did and now you know how much I like
"Josh, you don't think this is a little
"Donna, I'm at your place, we've been drinking, and
"Josh! I can assure you that the second part is just a
"Is it?" He asks softly, as he suddenly seems very
I decide now isn't the best time to answer that
At least not in the traditional sense.
I reach down and untuck my shirt so I can get my hands
I look at his awed expression and hand the black lace
At least he doesn't clap this time.
"Ahhh, the spoils of war are mine," he replies with a
"Please tell me you don't want bagels now."
He smiles as he fondles my underwear in a familiar
"So, is this your answer?" He smirks.
"I'm sorry Josh, there was a bit of noise there, could
He grunts happily as he brings my bra up to his nose
I get up to gather some blankets for him.
When I get back he's in his boxers and dress shirt,
The big lug is even snoring.
I almost grab it from him but decide not to, just
I'll just let him wake up tomorrow still holding on to
That is, unless he actually remembers the question.