Title:Truth or Dare
"So, Josh," CJ asked from her seat in the Mural Room as she plunged her
Snow, as the eastern seaboard had discovered, was a funny thing. It was
The DC weather casters had spent the past few days promising that the
Surprisingly, they were wrong.
So now, most of the White House staff found themselves trapped at work
CJ, Sam and Toby studied their food as they pondered a good question to
"What time is it?" Toby asked suddenly.
"Well, that's a lousy question," Josh whined teasingly.
Toby responded by chucking a balled-up napkin at him.
"That definitely had marinara sauce on it, Toby." Josh muttered,
"It's 2 am," Sam yawned.
CJ sunk back into her couch, "Guys, we've been playing stupid party
"Actually, I'll bet you money that Leo's around here somewhere working
"That's not a question!" Josh stated.
Toby threw another napkin ball at him.
"What's your point, CJ," Sam asked.
"My point, Spanky dear, is that we should try to sleep again."
"After my question," Josh clarified.
"Yes, you big dork, after your stupid question," she muttered.
"If you could sleep with anyone in this building, who would it be and
Four heads turned collectively to see a sleepy looking Donna.
"I thought you were asleep," Josh replied.
"I was. And then your phone rang."
"Who was it?"
"Who would you sleep with!" CJ demanded.
"It was your mother," Donna yawned. "She's been trying to call your
"Why'd she call?"
"She's your mother, Joshua. I don't know, to make sure you were ok?
"Who would you sleep with?" CJ countered.
"My god, CJ, do you really want to know?" Toby cried out.
"If he answers the question, then I can go to bed," she retorted.
"There's nothing stopping you now," he replied.
Intelligently, she responded by sticking out her tongue at him.
"Well," Josh spoke up, "CJ."
"Seriously?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, since rumor has it that she's so great in bed and all."
The gang had a good laugh over that one.
"I am," CJ affirmed. "And now, I'm going to bed."
"You going too, Josh," Sam asked wryly.
"Yes, I'm going to sleep with the press secretary in the White House.
"Why not?" A deep voice asked from the doorway.
"Mr. President!" Josh could feel the blood draining from his face.
"It's 2 am, guys. Go to sleep."
"We would, sir, and we've tried, but the couches are very
"Abbey sent me down. She's got cots and pillows and stuff set up in the