Donna collapsed on her bed in her small hotel room. Her head hurt, she thought as she tore off her sweatshirt and jeans and shrugged on a tank top and shorts. She couldn't pinpoint the complete origin of the dull pain. It was either the plethora of drinks she had while dining with Will or the staff of children arguing in the van on their way back from the debate, or the continuous replaying of her argument with a man in a chicken suit on most 24-hour news networks, or maybe the phone calls from everyone telling her not to have engaged a chicken. Whatever the case may be, she now was stuck with a killer pain in her head. Her eyes drifted shut briefly and she could feel herself being drawn into what would have been a well-deserved nap when she heard a pounding on her door. "Yeah?" she asked, stumbling to her feet, immediately regretting all of the alcohol. "Yes?" she asked again opening the door and leaning against it for general support.

"You okay?" Will asked as he let himself in her room and took a seat on her bed.

"I will be," Donna murmured, closing the door and stumbling to join him. "How about you?"

"I'm good," Will smiled brightly at her.

"It's late," she told him. "Can I help you with something?"

"I just wanted to…ah….go over tomorrow's game plan," he said.

"Really?" she asked, arching her brow a bit.

"Really," he replied.

"Oh," she smiled at him and moved to her mini-bar key and grabbed a few bottles. "Let's go over it then."

"Haven't you had enough to drink?" Will asked, with some concern as she downed whatever was in bottle number one.

"Will?" she asked. "Do you find me attractive?"

"Do I….do I what?" Will stammered.

Donna slid closer to him and ran a finger up his arm and whispered in his ear, "Do you find me attractive?"

"You're a very attractive woman," Will admitted.

"Thank you," she smiled, letting her hair tickle his cheek.

"You're welcome," Will said, uneasy.

"I'm drunk," Donna confirmed.

"I could tell," Will smirked.

Donna smiled a little and then leaned closely to Will. Her eyes focused on his own, as if she was waiting for him to pull away as her lips neared his. He didn't. She focused on his lips for a moment and then his eyes again before she let her lids flutter shut before her mouth reached his.

Will was hesitant at first, but quickly increased the pressure to her mouth. His hands slid up her body and ended up framing her face. Their kiss ended shortly there after and Donna pulled away hesitantly looking at Will.

"This isn't why I came here tonight," he said.

"C'mon," she smiled. "Didn't you at least think about it?"

"Donna, I've thought you were beautiful since the first moment I saw you," Will confessed his long crush. "But you were….I don't know…always unavailable."

She laughed. "You make it seem like I had boyfriends all the time," she laughed. "Relationships for me have been few and far between the last 8 years or so," she smirked.

"Really?" he asked. "I thought you were in a long-term sorta thing."

With that, he got up. He pressed a kiss on her forehead and she closed her eyes and smiled. "Don't go," she whispered.

"I have to," Will smiled back at her. "You're all liquored up," he laughed a little. "It would be wrong of me to stay."

"Okay," she smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah," Will nodded and looked at her, smiling softly at him with fear in her eyes. "It'll be okay," he assured her before he left her alone in her room.

Donna stared at the closed door for a moment before looking for CJ's number in her cell phone. The she realized that she didn't have CJ's cell phone memorized and that she wasn't holding her old cell and this cell didn't include CJ's number. She closed her eyes for a moment and then dialed Josh….Josh who was across the hall.

"Yeah?" he asked, half asleep when he answered his phone.

"I need CJ's cell number," Donna said.

"Huh?" he asked. "Who is this?"

"Josh," Donna snapped. "I need her number. I have to talk to her," she demanded.

"Donna?" he asked. "Are you okay?" he seemed concerned. "You sound…I don't know…not well."

"I'm fine. I just need to speak to my friend CJ and I seem to have misplaced her number at the moment," she said, trying to keep her voice in an even tone.

"Can I bring you something?" he asked.

"Her number," she snapped and was greeted with silence. She checked her phone and they had indeed been disconnected. "Damnit!" she yelled tossing her phone at the door.

"Donna?" Josh's voice came from the hallway.

"Josh?" she asked, stumbling to the door that was knocking at her. "Josh is that you?" she asked opening the door a little. "You know? I was just talking to you," she slurred, weaving her way back to the bed.

"Did you drink a little tonight, Donnatella?" he asked with a slight grin on his face.

"Yes," she said, clearing her throat. "I had a few drinks when Will and I had dinner tonight."

"And when you came back here, you decided to continue the fun?" he asked, gesturing to the empty mini-bottles and the open mini-bar.

"I just needed a nightcap," she insisted.

"How many did Will drink?" Josh asked, picking up the empties.

"He didn't," Donna said. "Is it cold in here?" she asked, changing the subject.

"It is if you're not wearing many clothes," he said gesturing to her short shorts and flimsy tank top.

"It was hot earlier," she insisted getting under the covers of her bed.

"Yeah – New England in the late fall. There's a heat wave out there," he said dryly.

"Shut up," Donna muttered. "Why are you here, anyway?" she asked.

"You sounded out of it, so I figured I'd do the neighborly thing and stop by," he smiled, dimples and all.

"Prop open the door," Donna said.

"What?" he asked. "Are we on a school trip or something?" he asked.

"No," Donna glared. "You work for the enemy and I don't want people getting any crazy ideas."

"You're nuts," Josh laughed, propping the door open with the lock and making his way over to her bed with another blanket from the chair. "Here you go," he sighed wrapping her up in it. "Can I get you some water or something?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "My mouth feels cottony."

"Yeah," he smiled. "It sucks, doesn't it?"

"Stop being smug," she glared.

"Hey!" he objected, giving her the water. "You've been there for me millions of times. I'm just trying to return the favor."

"I just need to talk to CJ," Donna sighed.

"I'll dial," Josh smiled and grabbed Donna's cell and dialed CJ's number and gave her the phone. "I'll just watch some TV or something," he nodded to the chair a little ways away from the bed. When you're done I'll see if I can get you anything else and then I'll be out of your hair."

"Thanks," Donna murmured.

Josh absentmindedly flipped on CNN on the hotel television and slumped down in the chair.

"CJ!" Donna squealed when her friend answered the phone.

"Donna? Are you okay?" CJ asked.

"A little tipsy, but yeah….I'm good," Donna sighed.

"It's a little late," CJ said checking her watch to confirm it was after one in the morning.

"I know. I'm sorry," Donna pouted. "Do you want me to hang up?"

"No," CJ sighed, knowing Donna needed to vent about something. "Spill – what's up?"

"I kissed Will," she whispered as Josh's ears perked up. He wanted to turn around get confirmation of what she said. He wanted to go and seriously hurt Will Bailey. But he knew he should remain staring at the television in his seat – so he did.

"You did what?" CJ asked. "Will Bailey? Our Will Bailey?"

"Yes," Donna sighed. "He's kinda the only real person I get to be with all the time around here. Everyone else is like twelve or something. And he's cute," Donna defended her actions.

"He is cute….in that captain of the debate team kind of way," CJ agreed with a sigh.

"And I had a bit to drink," Donna sighed.

"Yeah – I figured that was the case as well," CJ laughed softly.

"But CJ," Donna whined. "What do I do?"

"With what?" CJ asked. "Sleep with him or don't," CJ shrugged. "It's up to you, baby."

"I know," Donna sighed. "He likes me," Donna gushed. "He told me he liked me since he met me. Isn't that cute?"

"Yep," CJ smirked. "And why are you just finding out about his feeling for you now?"

"He said I'd been unavailable or something since he met me," Donna shrugged. "I don't know what the hell that's supposed to mean. I can't count on one hand the number of serious boyfriends I've had since I left Wisconsin."

"Did he say you were a serial dater?" CJ asked. "Or did he say unavailable?"

"He said unavailable and he said it was a long-term thing," Donna sighed. "Maybe he had a bit more to drink than I did," she laughed.

"Or maybe he's right," CJ said.

"You're nuts," Donna laughed. "Josh, tell CJ she's nuts," Donna yelled, holding the phone in the air for Josh to yell back.

"CJ, you're nuts!" Josh obediently repeated.

"Josh is there?" CJ asked when Donna got back on the phone.

"Yep," Donna huffed. "Turns out he's staying across the hall."

"And he's in your room why?" she asked her drunken friend.

"I didn't have your number programmed in my new phone. He had it. He came over and game me it and some water for the cotton in my mouth and is catching up on the news," Donna mumbled. "I think I'm tired. You want to say hi to Joshua?"

"Sure," CJ sighed. "Go to bed, Donna," CJ ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," Donna laughed, tossing the phone to Josh. "Talk to her," she told him.

"Hey, CJ," Josh mumbled, glancing at Donna settling in her bed.

"What's going on?" CJ asked.

"Nothing," he shrugged. "I'm helping a drunk friend. I'm the good one in this scenario."

"For once," CJ sighed. "Is she okay?"

"She's gonna have a hell of a headache in the morning, but she'll be fine," Josh concluded.

"So you heard about Will?" CJ asked.

"Just now," he said quietly.

"And you didn't yell – impressive," CJ applauded him.

"None of my business," Josh said.

"Really?" CJ asked.

"Really," Josh confirmed. "Let me get her situated," he said, smiling at Donna trying to wrap herself in more blankets. "I have a 5 AM wake-up call," he told CJ. "I'll call you soon."

"G'night, mi amor," CJ said with a smile and hung up with a sigh.