Disclaimer: NOT MINE, NOT MINE, NOT MINE.
Chapter 1
The crowd was noisy, there was more smoke than oxygen in the room and she was the only woman in her close vicinity. They were all good men in nice (and very expensive) suits and the once naive woman she had been would have thought there were some life-partner material.
But when you work in D.C. for a long time (one or two years if you're strong enough), the idea of finding a husband within the politicians and their staff leaves you almost as fast than this thing people call sleep.
On the other hand, if she played her cards smart, she could find a job, something to do after the Bartlet presidency. She didn't want to leave Washington, there was nothing waiting for her back in Wisconsin, her life was here.
The sound of the glass on the counter woke her suddenly. She turned to the barman.
«I didn't order anything. You must have made an error.»
« From the gentleman there.»
He made a gesture in direction of the counter's end. It was like that almost three or four times every night, the reactions were going from the shy or seductive little smiles to the frankly annoyed expression or the 'you can tell him I'm not that kind of girl'. So the young lady's shining smile was quite a surprise as was the fact she had already joined the man and was hugging him like there was no tomorrow was simply flabbergasting.
«I'm so glad to see you, what are you doing here? I thought you were in the middle of your campaign, and why I didn't know about you being in D.C.? »
«Breathe Donna, sit down, drink some. First, I'm here because the president has requested me to come, don't ask me why, I still don't know. Second, I think 46th and my staff can live without me for a few days. Third but probably not last, I wanted to make you guys a surprise. Does that answer all your interrogations?»
« For the moment, we'll see the rest later. C.J. will be delighted to have her Spanky home. »
« Please don't do that. »
« Don't do what? »
«Don't call me Spanky, I still have this strange sensation that I'm going to be hanged each time I hear this stupid nickname.»
Her laugh was something he had missed dearly, it wasn't the same to run without any of his friends near him.
«When you decide to stop laughing at my expense, please tell me. »
«Sorry Sam, I'm not mocking you, it's just I had this image in my head...no, really I'm sorry.»
«Can I ask you something? You looked like you had lost your best friend. What's happening Donna?»
«Oh Sam, it's just that...I realized that I'm going to be unemployed after the election.»
«It's not an obligation, there's congressmen and senators who'd like to have you in their team.»
«If only it was the truth my dear Samuel, but I know that I don't stand the shadow of a chance against younger people with diplomas.»
«Don't say that, you're more than valuable, that would be their lost. I'm sure there will be some way to keep you in Washington.»
I'll continue if I know people want it, please no flames I'm a sensitive person.