Warnings/disclaimers/etc: see pt 1
With a precision that made the women wonder if he had been listening earlier, Josh strolled by with a sheaf of papers in his hand. "Speaking of trashed, I am so looking forward to Friday night. Oh, and C.J., I need you to look at these when you get a minute."
Donna glared at him. "Josh, is there anything in this for you other than a chance to get very inebriated?"
"Inebriated." Josh rolled the word around on his tongue. "I like the sound of that. And yes, I happen to be very excited for my two best friends' wedding."
"I'll bet," C.J. muttered.
Just then her phone rang. C.J. answered, had a brief conversation and hung up. "That was Sam," she reported. "He's coming down here to finish talking to you, Mom, so you might want to get the notes ready on the Atlanta remarks."
"Right." Eleanor hurried off. "See you all later."
Sam wasn't long in coming. "Hey, Donna, Josh." He walked over and planted a quick kiss on his fiancée. "What's up?"
"Nothing." Donna was still glaring at Josh. "*He* only wants your bachelor party to happen so he can get inebriated."
Sam smiled goofily. "Well, what else are bachelor parties for but to get inebriated?" He too rolled the word over his tongue. "I enjoy saying that word. Inebriated. Inebriated."
"Oh, shut up." C.J. rolled her eyes affectionately. Somehow, it was so much more annoying when Josh did that. "My mom's in her office, Sam."
Donna, meanwhile, went on the attack. "Sam, you're useless when you're drunk. And for days after. Isn't that true?"
"What do you mean?" Sam sounded vaguely insulted.
"Well... you're not as bad as Josh," Donna said, sounding conciliatory.
"Hey!" Josh glared back at his assistant.
She went on, unfazed. "But you wake up with killer hangovers and you whine and moan, when it's your own fault in the first place."
"How do you know all this?"
"C.J. tells me."
"C.J.!" Sam exclaimed. "Why are you telling Donna this stuff?"
His fiancée smirked. " Same reason you told Josh about the salad incident."
Sam flushed; obviously Donna knew about that, because in addition to Josh's smothered chuckles Donna was grinning wickedly at him. "Well," he said weakly, "how was I supposed to remember where salad dressing normally goes?"
C.J. had to laugh. "Sam, I'm just warning you, because if you and Josh go get blind drunk, Donna and I will do the same."
It was Josh's turn to smirk. "I'll bet Donna's just as useless as Sam the day after drinking."
Donna stared him down. "Care to wager on that?"
"Yeah," C.J. said, liking the idea. "Care to have a little bet?"
"Isn't that against the gambling laws?" Sam said uneasily.
"What, are you chicken?" C.J. grinned evilly. She made clucking noises at him, just for fun.
"Come on, C.J., that's really elementary school." Josh came to his friend's defense, though he was smiling.
"Fine," Donna said, turning away. "I guess they're too chicken, C.J."
"Waittaminute," Josh said, eyes narrowing. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Well," Donna said, warning C.J. silently to let her do the talking, "we were thinking, if you get blind drunk, then you have to be at the bachelorette party to watch us do the same."
Josh raised his eyebrows. "That's it?"
C.J. looked at her friend quizzically. "Yeah, that's it?"
"No." Donna's smile was exquisite. "Did I mention that you'd have to be there stripping?"
"What!?" Josh and Sam responded as one, their voices cracking in unison.
"It's fair." C.J. regarded Donna with a new appreciation. "I love the way you think."
Sam was the first to respond. "No way!"
Josh followed suit. "No how!"
The women burst out laughing. "OK, Josh," C.J. said, giggling. "I can see how you wouldn't want people to see past that reputation of yours!"
"Now wait a minute!" Sam objected. "At the very least, if we *were* to take this bet of yours... what would you two do if *we* won?"
"Good thought." Josh set his mind to the task. Eventually he answered, with a gleam in his eye. "Have C.J. tell the president who really broke his Art Deco lamp in the Oval Office."
C.J. grimaced. That lamp was worth at least three thousand dollars, and she'd knocked it over while tripping over her own two feet. Still ... "What about Donna?" she asked boldly.
"Oh, that's easy," Josh said with a wide grin. "Donna, if you lose this bet, you have to ask Bruce Gordon to the next state dinner."
"Gack!" Donna made retching noises. "He's *awful!*"
C.J. shuddered for Donna. "Being the date of Ainsley's Fascist Republican friend at a state function... Josh, you're evil."
Sam heartily agreed. But a thought struck him. "Josh, isn't that hurting you too? I mean, you'll be dateless."
"Yeah. But keeping Gordon away from the President is more than enough to make up for it."
Donna stamped her foot. "Joshua."
"You know what I mean." He shot her a placatory glance. "Please, Donna?"
"Does this mean you accept our challenge?" C.J. asked archly, shooting her fiancé a smug look.
Sam stared her right back. What the hell. Seeing the President, or at the very least Leo, chew C.J. out for something he had originally been blamed for, would be highly entertaining. "I do."
Josh, staring at his friend, sighed. "All right. I accept too."
The four shook hands. "All right, guys," Donna said, eyes shining. "This is going to be good."