Title: Booze & Funny Colors
Characters: CJ Cregg, Donna Moss
Rating: PG? There's drinking. I don't know. Fail.
Notes: Post "Requiem" (Season 7)
Disclaimer: All credit goes to Sorkin, Wells, & NBC/Warner Bros.
"I wasn't going to try and braid your hair. I feel like it's important that gets said."
"What?"
CJ and Donna are spread across her living room floor –CJ's, because Donna's homeless, which is sad, and also the direct cause of the floor lounging that's going on in here.
"I don't know. I had to say it, it's been bothering me for an hour."
"My hair's been bothering you for an hour?" It's officially way too hard for CJ to follow this conversation. She's going to blame it on the fact that both she and Donna have been drinking. They've gone through almost two bottles of wine, which is not real real good, cause this is starting to remind her of the time Donna was Canadian and she, CJ, was also, well, drunk. Only thing was, there had been more of them there, drinking, and they were in the White House, not on her living room floor.
Wow. She's really not sure where all that was supposed to end up going.
Point is –maybe, the point is, again, she's got no clue what's going on here –it was easier not to give in to the temptation to fall over into a vat of self-pity when they were in a famous building with more people (one of whom was also about as famous as the building). Though, to be fair, she did pretty well with the self-pity back then, too, famous building/person aside.
"I like your hair. Really, I do. It looks good darker, like that. It looks good about any way, you know. Well. Maybe not the perm."
Oh, god, the perm. CJ was pretty sure she'd bribed-slash-threatened-slash-convinced everyone to never mention that again. Her first instinct was right –she really ought to have killed them all instead.
"Tell me about you and Josh."
Woah, now. That was random. And kind of vindictive. Then again, Donna did have it coming, what with the hair thing, but Josh, really? How'd she even know that there was anything going on with them? It wasn't like Donna had talked about him, or had turned a funny color and started looking for more booze when his name got mentioned and-
Oh. Backtrack there. Donna was a funny color, and she sure as anything was looking for more booze. So. There was a thing. Her own inebriated mind had been spectacularly observant. And lucky. Mostly lucky. It wasn't that hard of a target to hit –kind of like the broadside of a barn –considering all that had been going on with them and the walking and the yelling and the misplaced jealousy for all those years. Still, it felt kinda funny-
"Only if you tell me about you and Danny first."
Crap. Donna's looking defiant now, and CJ –well, CJ's turning funny colors and looking for more booze. Thing is, there isn't any more and that sucks. A lot. So she sighs and runs a hand through the hair that Donna sure as heck isn't going to be allowed to braid. Finally, CJ manages to think of a response that'll suit them both.
"You know, I think there's some cooking sherry under the stove."