Title : The morning after
Author : Géraldine
Email : lazy.gege@ibelgique.com
Category : humor
Rating : G
Summary : Sam's gotten drunk. Josh's gotten drunk too. They're so screwed .
Disclaimer: They belong to Aaron Sorkin, John Wells Productions, NBC, Warner Brothers, and I hope I haven't forgotten anyone. So obviously, they don't belong to me. I'm not making money for this story, I just have too much free time on my hands. So I'm begging : don't sue.
Spoilers : in a very loose way, for "The U.S. Poet Laureate"
Thanks to Emi, who beta'd the story.
*****
//Toby's office//
"Sam."
"Josh."
"Sam."
"Josh."
"Sam!"
"Josh!"
"Would you two stop it already?"
"Sorry, Toby."
"We were just trying - "
"Do I look like I care?"
* frightened stares *
*sigh * "Talk. Now."
*****
//Earlier that morning, at Sam's//
"Sam?"
"Josh?"
"You know what?"
"What?"
"That won't do."
"Yeah."
"I mean, there's absolutely no way this could possibly end well."
"I know."
"We're screwed."
"No. No, we're not. We just have to come up with a plan."
* silence *
"Josh?"
"Maybe we could, like, pretend it wasn't us."
"Oh God."
"Yeah."
"We're screwed."
*****
//CJ's office//
"Toby?"
"CJ."
"What's up?"
"Sam and Josh have something to tell you."
"Oh, no."
"Yeah, see, the thing is."
*****
//Ten minutes later//
"You're telling me that you two got plastered last night."
"Yes."
"And you went to Sam's place."
"Yes."
"And you, big idiot, got on the net."
"Yes."
"And you, big idiot number two, let him do it."
"In my defense - "
"Quiet."
"Okay."
"What did he write?"
*****
//Another ten minutes later - Oval Office//
"Sit. Now."
"Yes, sir."
"So, the unsuspecting virtual community now believes that I have the right to, and I quote, "declare war on whoever the hell bugs me", because, quoting again, "I'm the God damned President of the United States, and if you don't like it bite me," end quote?"
"Yes, sir."
"Josh?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're an idiot."
"It's been brought to my attention, sir."
* Short silence *
"Josh, are you trying to be smart with me?"
"No, sir."
"Good."
"Yes, sir."
"Stop. Saying. Yes. Sir."
"Yes, si - Mister President."
"Sam?"
"Mister President?"
"I'm disappointed in you."
"But - "
"Shut. Up."
"Yes."
"I am disappointed in you. Terribly so. You should have known better. I don't expect much from Josh, but you."
* pause *
"Sam, if you start crying now, I promise you."
* small voice * "Yes, sir." * sniffle *
"Both of you, stand up now."
"Yes, sir."
"You are forbidden to drink anything but water and coffee until further notice."
"Yes, sir."
"Leo's waiting for you in his office."
* audible gulps *
*****
//Several hours later - Oval Office//
"CJ spun it."
"Good."
"The two idiots have been sent home. Separately."
"Great."
"They looked chastised."
"Excellent."
"How long are you going to make them grovel?"
"A long, long, long time."
* chuckles *
"Good. Good night, sir."
"Good night, Leo."
END
Author : Géraldine
Email : lazy.gege@ibelgique.com
Category : humor
Rating : G
Summary : Sam's gotten drunk. Josh's gotten drunk too. They're so screwed .
Disclaimer: They belong to Aaron Sorkin, John Wells Productions, NBC, Warner Brothers, and I hope I haven't forgotten anyone. So obviously, they don't belong to me. I'm not making money for this story, I just have too much free time on my hands. So I'm begging : don't sue.
Spoilers : in a very loose way, for "The U.S. Poet Laureate"
Thanks to Emi, who beta'd the story.
*****
//Toby's office//
"Sam."
"Josh."
"Sam."
"Josh."
"Sam!"
"Josh!"
"Would you two stop it already?"
"Sorry, Toby."
"We were just trying - "
"Do I look like I care?"
* frightened stares *
*sigh * "Talk. Now."
*****
//Earlier that morning, at Sam's//
"Sam?"
"Josh?"
"You know what?"
"What?"
"That won't do."
"Yeah."
"I mean, there's absolutely no way this could possibly end well."
"I know."
"We're screwed."
"No. No, we're not. We just have to come up with a plan."
* silence *
"Josh?"
"Maybe we could, like, pretend it wasn't us."
"Oh God."
"Yeah."
"We're screwed."
*****
//CJ's office//
"Toby?"
"CJ."
"What's up?"
"Sam and Josh have something to tell you."
"Oh, no."
"Yeah, see, the thing is."
*****
//Ten minutes later//
"You're telling me that you two got plastered last night."
"Yes."
"And you went to Sam's place."
"Yes."
"And you, big idiot, got on the net."
"Yes."
"And you, big idiot number two, let him do it."
"In my defense - "
"Quiet."
"Okay."
"What did he write?"
*****
//Another ten minutes later - Oval Office//
"Sit. Now."
"Yes, sir."
"So, the unsuspecting virtual community now believes that I have the right to, and I quote, "declare war on whoever the hell bugs me", because, quoting again, "I'm the God damned President of the United States, and if you don't like it bite me," end quote?"
"Yes, sir."
"Josh?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're an idiot."
"It's been brought to my attention, sir."
* Short silence *
"Josh, are you trying to be smart with me?"
"No, sir."
"Good."
"Yes, sir."
"Stop. Saying. Yes. Sir."
"Yes, si - Mister President."
"Sam?"
"Mister President?"
"I'm disappointed in you."
"But - "
"Shut. Up."
"Yes."
"I am disappointed in you. Terribly so. You should have known better. I don't expect much from Josh, but you."
* pause *
"Sam, if you start crying now, I promise you."
* small voice * "Yes, sir." * sniffle *
"Both of you, stand up now."
"Yes, sir."
"You are forbidden to drink anything but water and coffee until further notice."
"Yes, sir."
"Leo's waiting for you in his office."
* audible gulps *
*****
//Several hours later - Oval Office//
"CJ spun it."
"Good."
"The two idiots have been sent home. Separately."
"Great."
"They looked chastised."
"Excellent."
"How long are you going to make them grovel?"
"A long, long, long time."
* chuckles *
"Good. Good night, sir."
"Good night, Leo."
END