Snowed In Part Two
"He shoots! He scores!"
"Josh, I am not ashamed to admit I am very close to killing you right now," Toby muttered. He was lying back in one of the computer swivel chairs, trying to close his eyes for a second.
"Join the club," Donna muttered. She, Ainsley, CJ and Charlie were all slouched over to the side.
"Can't you just feel the love in this room," Josh asked.
"Hey is there any food around here?" Charlie asked, getting up from his seat next to CJ.
"Dunno," Sam shrugged. "I think CJ has some candy in her office."
"Or we could just barbecue her gold fish," Josh suggested.
"You touch my fish, any of you and people will die," CJ said threateningly from her place on the couch.
"Does anyone else notice there have been WAY too many death threats made this evening?" Sam asked.
"Do you have candy, CJ?" Donna asked.
"Yeah, just some Hershey bars and stuff," CJ shrugged. "You can have it if you want."
"I'm not sure a sugar high on top of a caffeine rush is very healthy," Toby pointed out.
"Since when are you mister healthy," Josh snorted. "I get enough of that from Donna."
"I am simply trying to stop you from dying early Joshua, I think I deserve some praise from not wishing you a sudden death," Donna said. She stopped and got a thoughtful look on her face. "On second thought..."
"I'm going to get the candy," Charlie announced and walked from the room.
"I'm coming with you," Sam said and followed him.
"I say we let Charlie in and barricade the door before Sam can get back,' Ainsley said.
"Good idea,' Josh laughed.
"You're getting thrown out," Donna said shortly.
"I don't think any of you are card carrying members of the Josh Lyman fan club," Josh said.
"At last he realizes!" Toby shouted with sarcasm.
"I think I'm going to make some coffee," CJ grumbled and stood. She walked from the office to the counter where the coffee things were lying and picked up the pot. She went to turn on the water. Nothing came.
"Uh oh," she muttered.
"What?" CJ turned and saw Sam and Charlie, arms full with candy she had been saving. Great, she would have to buy some more.
"Water not working," CJ said and pointed to the faucet.
"The pipes probably froze," Sam said, sure of himself.
"Thank you, Sam, I was not aware you had a degree in plumbing," CJ said and put the coffeepot back on the counter.
"Well, you know you could always get water the natural way," Charlie suggested and nodded his head in the direction of the nearest window.
Sam nodded and looked back at CJ who shrugged.
"Why not," she sighed. "We've done crazier things."
CJ, Sam and Charlie walked back into the room where Toby, Ainsley, Josh and Donna were sitting and Charlie quickly pushed a chair over to the window and prepared to climb up it.
"What are you doing?" Donna asked.
"Getting water, the natural way," Sam said, a little too excited.
"From snow?" Ainsley asked, making a face.
"It's that or no coffee," Sam shrugged.
"Okay, snow water it is."
"Guys, this windows too small," Charlie said, examining it. "I won't be able to fit to lean out enough to get the snow."
"Well who could fit?" Sam frowned.
"Umm..." Toby coughed and jabbed a finger in Ainsley's direction.
"Oh no way!" Ainsley shouted and started to back away.
"C'mon Ainsley, we'll be forever in debt to you," Sam said, almost whining.
"As much as that idea pleases me, Sam, what guarantee do I have that you won't help me lean out of that window and then DROP me?" Ainsley asked.
There was silence for a while.
"We wont' let Sam do it," CJ suggested.
"That doesn't make me feel any better," Ainsley mumbled.
"Charlie will help, he barely knows you," Josh said. "he doesn't have too many reasons to hate you."
"Other then that she's a republican," Charlie muttered.
"All right, I'll help," Charlie went and watched Ainsley climb onto the chair and he followed to help her lean out of the window. Ainsley had the pot in hand and wasn't very comfortable.
"So what do I do?" Ainsley shouted back inside.
"Just scoop some snow up from the little ledge or something, I don't' know," Sam called.
"Oh dear god," Ainsley muttered but did as she was told for once and was pulled back in to the office with a pot of snow.
"Whose up for snow coffee?"
Toby lifted his wrist up to his face and read that it was two-o clock in the morning. Everyone was still up, having finished off the snow coffee no one could hope to rest now. Josh and Donna had an origami contest, but in their caffeine induce frenzy forgot neither of them knew origami. Charlie stayed on the computer, writing at least fifty e-mails to Zoey. CJ had managed to get herself into a deep debate with Ainsley over shoes and Toby was just sitting there.
"Don't you think that as long as we're awake we should find some good use for our time?" Toby asked.
"Like what?" Sam asked. He was bored and responded to a challenge that Ainsley had presented him with copying the entire dictionary.
"I don't know," Toby sighed. "How about we think about over throwing the government?"
"Toby? Are you turning communist?" Josh asked, laughing.
"Why in hell not?" Toby asked, throwing his arm into the air. "Long live Stalin."
"I dunno it didn't' go over too well in the USSR," Donna said. "Last time I checked anyway."
"Charlie, how many e mails have you sent to Zoey?" Sam asked, glancing at the monitor.
"About thirty," Charlie replied with a sigh. "This will be thirty one..."
As Charlie pressed the send button on his computer screen the lights in the small room flickered a couple times and then everything fell pitch black.
"What the hell?" Toby asked.
"The lights are out," Sam said.
"Gee, no kidding," CJ muttered.
"All right, I'll get the flash light...oomph!' Donna shouted as she fell in the black and onto someone else.
"Ow! Ainsley, do you high heels on?" Toby asked.
"You just stepped on my foot!"
There was a couple more moments of ow's, uh oh's, and sorry's before Charlie finally found the flash light attached to the wall of the office. He glanced around and laughed. Donna had tripped over Josh and was lying over his legs, CJ next to her, flipping the light switch off and on in desperation. Toby was still holding his foot where Ainsley had stepped on it, Sam was still sitting in his chair and Ainsley just stood in the midst of the minor chaos.
"Found it," Charlie said and waved the flashlight.
"I say we tell ghost stories," Donna suggested.
"That's so juvenile," Ainsley snorted.
"Oh come on, it might be fun," CJ laughed.
The group had moved out of the small office and had lit candles and placed flashlights to give illumination to the hall way area they were all sitting in. They had moved couch pillows from all the offices and each person had four to lie on. They had arranged themselves in a circle, like they were camping out rather then sealed into the west wing.
"Can't we just go to sleep?" Toby asked wearily.
"You're no fun," Donna frowned.
"Okay gimme the flash light," Toby said. "I am SICK of being called un-fun."
"Yeah, go Toby! Woo!" the group cheered.
"Okay, what should do?" Toby asked.
"Weren't you ever in boy scouts?" Josh asked.
"No, I, unlike you, had friends in my child hood."
"Just hold the flashlight in front of you face and tell us a story," CJ instructed. "And not something redundant like the headless horsemen."
"Uh...okay...it's called the decapitated jockey."
"TOBY!" The group laughed and Sam threw one of his pillows at Toby.
"OK, now that we all know Toby sucks at ghost stories..." CJ laughed. "Who's next?"