Ch 1 (Intro)
Bzzzz. She flits on eye open, sunshine immediately working with the god-awful buzzing noise to increase the throbbing in her head. The world stays out of focus as she brings her hand to her throbbing head, forcing her second eye open.
Bzzzzzzz. That was strange, this rug looked an awful lot like the one in her office. Come to think of it, her bedroom had never been this bright. The world before her remained blurry as she shut her eyes once again and placed her other hand on her forehead, trying to stop the world from spinning.
Bzzzz. She reaches out, feeling around for her end-table searching for the phone so she can put an end to the horrible sound ringing in her ears. Only, instead of her hand coming to rest on her bedside table, it falls to the floor, colliding with the carpet and causing her to tumble off the sofa with a yelp.
"Keep it down, would you" she hears Samantha moan from somewhere out of sight.
She looks up from her spot on the floor, world finally coming to focus as she takes in the sight before her – her office, empty glasses strewn about, Samantha laying next to Katrina on the floor behind the couch she'd just fallen from. From her spot on the floor she catches a glimpse of her outfit; what was once a navy pant suit was now navy bottoms and an unbuttoned blouse, tied just below her breasts. Her heels were no where to be seen and she can only imagine what a matted mess her hair looks like beneath the veil that seems to still be in place.
She forces herself to sit up, propping her back against the couch as she allows the spinning world to still once again. Keeping one hand on her head, she slowly turns to view her colleagues who were also struggling to wake up.
They were supposed to have a nice night on the town, how the hell did they end up in her office?
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"To the Future Mrs Specter!" Samantha toasts
"Cheers" the group choruses
"Are you taking his name?" Katrina asks Donna
"I've been wondering that myself" Jessica chimes in
Donna looks around at the wonderful group of women here to celebrate her. Samantha, Katrina, Gretchen and Jessica all smiling back at her, waiting for her to answer
"Paulsen-Specter" she smirks
"Well than, that calls for another round – to the future Mrs Paulsen-Specter"
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Gretchen makes her way down the hall, tray of coffees in hand – after the way those girls were still partying when she left, they were going to need all the coffee they could find.
"Good morning Red" she chimes, handing her a coffee while surveying the office, thanking god she made the decision to leave when she did the previous
She gazes from the empty Thai food cartoons and empty tequila bottles to the first blonde who is laying face down on the carpet, wrapped in a pink feather boa. The stale alcohol stench lingering in in the office is nearly enough to make her gag as she moves to tidy up the empty containers littering the table. She picks up the vibrating cell phone and tucks it back into the Hermes bag that lays on the floor, contents spilled everywhere; ignoring the incoming call from: Harv.
"Drink it" she orders Donna who is still holding on to the coffee she'd been handed with her eyes sealed shut, presumably trying to stop herself from spinning.
She continues collecting the various bottles from around the office, laughing to herself as she comes across a napkin with a name and phone number sprawled across it and a handful of condoms. She grabs a discarded suit jacket off the floor and hangs it over the back of the desk chair, not letting it go unnoticed that the jacket clearly belonged to a male.
"Gretchen, what are you doing here?" the other blonde mumbles from where she's seated on the floor next to Donna. This one, she notes, has red lipstick drawings all over her face and struggles to smile as she also accepts a cup of coffee.
"And why does my arm hurt so badly" Samantha whines before indulging in the beverage
"What time is it?" Katrina asks, though it's hardly audible as she's still laying face down on the floor of Donna's office
"Its 10" Gretchen answers, helping her sit up
"Wait!" Donna suddenly jerks her head up, causing her to immediately regret the action and shut her eyes again, "How did we get here?" she finishes her thought before allowing herself to sink back down to lay on the floor.
"Why don't you go wake yourself up with some cold water and I'll fill you in on what I know" Gretchen offers, helping Donna to her feet and pointing her in the direction of the bathroom once she's stable standing.
Donna stumbles down the hall in the direction of the restroom where she gasps upon seeing her own reflection. Makeup smeared across her face, her eyes a mess of black smudges and her hair, once perfectly curled, had become matted and tangled in her veil. She stares blankly at her own reflection in the mirror, trying desperately to recall how they ended up at the firm. The night was all planned out, in typical Donna fashion she had it scheduled to a T. First, drinks at Sal's, then dancing at the Amo and finally a night cap at her favourite, Del Posto. Squinting, she racks her brain, trying to recall anything from the night before.
A call with her mother. Red lipstick. Tequila.
Flustered, she turns on the water and lets it run, dragging her fingers through her hair and letting out a frustrated sigh, she was Donna, she was supposed to know everything.
Table tops. Dancing. Tequila. Ray?
Ray? She was clearly mixing up the events of the past week with the events of last night. Poking her fingertip into the water and checking that it's warm enough, she dips both hands into the sink.
Harriet. Samba. An old barbers chair… the quickest vision of strong arms around her waist
Okay Donna, focus.
She drags her soaked hands over her face, freezing as they reach her cheeks. She quickly pulls her left hand away and shrieks as she examines it. In place of her engagement ring, a large blinking toy ring is sitting on her left finger, a ring that reads "Future Mrs" across the top.
She wanders back into her office to find Katrina and Samantha sitting on the couch, both slowly sipping on the coffee Gretchen had provided.
"Feeling any better?" Gretchen asks from where she's seated at Donna's desk
"Not exactly… Guys, we have a problem" she holds up her hand so they can see the shiny piece of plastic on her ring finger
"What the hell happened last night!"