Thank you guys for the overwhelming response to part 1! This is a three part story and I hope you'll stick around until the end.

Someone pointed out that this reminded them of the hangover, and I wanted to point out I've never seen it - So any overlap is a complete fluke!

If you like Part 2 please leave me a review! (It'll help me to finish the last part ;) )


Part 2

"Shit" Samantha curses, looking at the hunk of plastic on Donna's finger

"When did that happen?"

"Must have been sometime after I left" Gretchen answers

"And when did you leave?"

Seriously, why does my arm hurt so badly, did we get into a fight? Katrina, check for a bruise" Samantha whines again, shoving her arm towards Katrina so she can inspect it

"Well?" Samantha barks at the other blonde, who's face pales as she looks up at Samantha

"Is there a bruise?!"

"Not exactly…"

"Katrina!"

"It's… it's a tattoo"

"A what?!" Samantha screams and all three women scramble to see her arm

"What the hell is it? Let me see!" Samantha exclaims, trying her best to rotate her arm so the mark comes into view, but it's no use, she can't see it without a mirror.

Donna and Katrina can hardly keep their giggles to themselves as they watch Samantha get up and spin around trying to get a look, much like a dog chasing its tail.

"Hold still" Gretchen scolds her, snapping a picture of her arm and showing her

"What the hell is it?"

"It kind of looks like Tweety Bird" Katrina giggles harder, suddenly bursting in to a full blown laugh attack and she doubles over trying to catch her breath.

"I didn't know you were such a Bugs Bunny enthusiast Samantha" Donna laughs, earning both her and Katrina glares from Samantha.

"Anyone else have any more surprise tattoos?" Gretchen eyes the three women sitting on the couch, crossing her arms in disapproval

All three women inspect themselves and luckily none of them find any more surprises.

"Gretchen, care to fill the rest of us in on last night" Katrina asks

"I was just about to ask, how much do you remember?"

"I remember toasting at Sal's and heading out to dance… and that's all" Donna answers

"Well, Jessica and I left you youngings to the dancing, but you three wouldn't shut up about painting the town red so I have no idea where you went after… or what kind of stupid shit you got up to" she stares at Samantha

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"I'm so glad we're doing this you guys" Donna drunkingly slurs as she pulls the two blondes in for a side hug

"You know what we should do after dancing?!" Katrina looks to her friends excitedly

"I've always wanted to throw water balloons off the roof of the firm"

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"Alright Gretchen, talk us through what you remember" Donna pleads, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. She can't believe she doesn't remember what happened last night, it was so unlike her, but hopefully Gretchen's story will help jog her memory

"I remember my evening perfectly" she clarifies

"Jessica and I decided to call it a night when you three decided you'd had enough of Sal's and wanted to go dancing. When we left you were finishing off your drinks at the table still"

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"I can't believe you two are actually getting married" Samantha grins at Donna

"Actually? Don't you mean finally" Katrina chuckles, clearly buzzed off the two margaritas she'd already downed

Donna's cheeks redden as she busy's herself with her own drink, avoiding responding to her friends statements. Her and Harvey had been together slightly less than a year and although it was no longer something they keep private at work, their work-home life balance was something she was still sensitive to. The initial reaction from their co-workers had been almost monochromatic and uniform, each of them saying something along the lines of 'It was about time', except for Louis, who as predicted needed a day. Jessica was the least surprised when Harvey told her over dinner in Chicago, insisting she'd seen it coming years ago and that she was glad they had finally put their pride aside and gone for it. Mike and Rachel had been over the moon at the news, and even Samantha who initially protested the relationship in lou of Robert's absence had come around to it. Despite the support from her friends, the finally term still got under her skin sometimes, and not for the reasons she thought it would. She didn't care what people thought of her relationship and she turned a blind eye when people whispered about how she got her promotion, what bothered her the most about the word finally was it served as a reminder for all that time they'd missed out on because they were too afraid to take the risk.

"I knew this day would come the minute he asked me to hire you and told me it was because you were special" Jessica smiles at her former colleague from across the table

"He said that?" She had no idea what Harvey had told Jessica so she could join him at the firm, she just assumed he'd called in a favour

"Donna, I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't think what you two had was special. In case you forgot, associates don't get secretaries"

She hadn't forgotten. Her and Harvey had always been the exception to the rule.

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"So, we left Sal's to go dancing? But when did we have time to stop at a tattoo parlor?" Katrina looks to Gretchen

"And more importantly, why did we think it was a good idea to go to a tattoo parlor?" Samantha pouts

"Guys focus, my ring is still missing, and Harvey is going to freak out if I lost it. First things first, I think we need to go back to Sal's and see if anyone turned it in"

The two blondes nod from their place on the couch and Gretchen gives an approving hum from her seat at Donna's desk.

"Alright let's go, I'll have Ray meet us downstairs" Donna directs, reaching into her bag and fishing out her phone to message Ray. She notices she has three missed calls from Harvey this morning and her heart sinks. She wants to return his call, but she knows she can't until she finds her missing engagement ring. Clearing the missed call notification, she sends Ray a message and unties her blouse from where it is tied up Britney Spears style. She pulls the veil from her head and puts her tangled hair up in a messy bun, reaching around in her purse for her sunglasses and pulling out a Polaroid with them.

"Guys" she turns to where Katrina and Samantha are also attempting to make themselves look presentable; a presentable as one can be while wearing last nights outfit. Holding up the photo so they can see it, she watches as their eyes grow wide.

"First stop, Sal's. Second stop, Perry's Tattoo Shop" Katrina says

As they make their way to the elevator, Donna puts the photo back in her purse. A photo the features Samantha in an old red barbers chair, next to a bearded man with a long ponytail who is holding a needle to her arm while Donna and Katrina smile happily next to her; a neon sign reading "Perry's Tattoo Shop" shining overhead.

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"Tell us the story again" Katrina pleads, sipping on yet another drink as the rest of the women turn their attention to Donna

"What story?"

"How he asked you"

Donna fiddles with her obnoxious veil that her friends made her wear and looks around the table at the four women decked out in pink boas and tiaras. She had specifically said no tacky bachelorette decorations, yet here she was four, nearly five drinks deep, covered in pink feathers and a "Future Mrs" sash and she had to admit, she was having a great time.

"Common, you guys know this story" she protests

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure" Jessica interjects. Yes, she'd know the red head and the lawyer had been dating, and Harvey had told her they were engaged on his last trip to Chicago, but she'd never heard how he decided to ask her.

Donna sighs and gives in, folding her hands over the table, she begins what has become her favourite story to tell. Favourite, because it summed up their relationship perfectly; timing had never been on their side.

"It was after work one night, Harvey had planned a surprise date night he refused to give me any details about, expect for that I was to meet him at the hot dog cart across from the carousel in Central Park. When I got there, I found him standing with that classic grin plastered to his face, picnic basket in hand and I couldn't help myself from laughing, because picnics are SO not Harvey. But I played along and followed him to a spot in the grass across from the pond and helped him set up the blanket he brought for us to sit on"

She pauses to sip her drink before continuing, all eyes trained on her as she proceeded to tell the story.

"It was a pretty typical date, aside from the fact he packed us a picnic, but I could tell something was off, there was something he wasn't telling me. When I asked him what was on his mind he asked why I though something was on his mind and I told him that I knew because it's what I do. He got all flustered and kept looking at his hands which were fiddling with the sleeves on his shirt and he told me he'd talked to my father earlier. My first thought was that my father was in trouble again, but as he started fishing around in his jacket pocket I realized what he was doing. As he finally freed the box from his pocket, it started to sprinkle rain and he propped himself on one knee and took my hands in his. Then it really started to rain hard and everyone around us began to run for shelter and I could see the disappointment on his face. He got up and asked if I wanted to make a run for it so I didn't ruin my dress and I told him I could care less about the dress and that he should finish what he was saying. He asked if I was sure and I'm pretty sure I nodded, because at that point I was to caught up in the moment to care enough to remember and he dropped back onto one knee in the pouring rain and took my hands again. Then he looked up at me and told me there was no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with and asked me to marry him. We spent an hour in that pouring rain, just enjoying the moment"

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"Good morning ladies, Ms Paulsen" Ray greets the four of them as they approach the Lexus waiting for them at the curb

"Good to see you all again" he smiles, opening the back door for them

"Again?" Samantha and Katrina echo

"You saw me last night when I dropped you off at Perry's"

"You drove us there?!" the girls cry in unison

"Yes, Mr. Specter called and said you ladies needed a ride"

"Ray, do you know why we wanted to go to Perry's?" Donna asks him from the backseat

"You were saying something about a bet with Ms Wheeler, but I didn't catch what the bet was"

"I bet I can guess what the wager was" Katrina snickers, earning her a gentle swat in the arm from Samantha and a chuckle from Gretchen in the passenger's seat

"Thank you Ray"

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They stroll through the door of Sal's, finding it abandoned except for a waitress and a bar tender who are both cleaning glasses behind the bar. Making their way over to the bar, she spots the table they were at the night before and suddenly she remembers discussing "the one"

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After the story of Harvey's proposal, the girls ordered three more rounds of tequila shots and it was safe to say they were all feeling pretty damn good.

"Donna you're so lucky you found the oneeee" Katrina leans into the red head's side with a smile

"Alright, let's take it easy on the drinks" she tells her, "You'll find him, I know you will" Donna pats her head in support

"What if I found him but he's someone else's one?" she pouts

"Then he's not THE ONE" Samantha emphasizes, "He's like the two, or the six" she laughs, her buzz clearly having moved well beyond a buzz

"I wish he was, he was so cute… and smart… he's going to be a great lawyer" she rambles

"Wait, are we talking about Brian?" Donna asks

"Brian brian?! Like your former associate?" Samantha adds and Katrina nods

"I don't want to talk about it" Katrina sulks

"I love this song!" Donna exclaims, swaying to the music as she mouths along with the radio

~ If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain~

~ If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain~

Soon the other's join in and they're screaming the words at the top of their lungs in the middle of the bar, too drunk to care that all eyes are on them.

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Donna clears her throat, grabbing the attention of the women behind the counter who looks up at the group of women.

"I'm sorry, we're closed" she offers them a polite smile

"Sorry, we don't mean to bother you, but we were here last night and were wondering if anyone had turned in an engagement ring?" Donna smiles at the girl

The woman's eyes shift between them, studying their tangled hair and crumpled outfits – clearly from the previous evening, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

"I'm sorry we haven't"

Donna's face falls and on instinct her right hand runs over her bare left hand where her ring should be.

"Would you mind giving us a call if anything turns up?" Samantha asks the women, handing her a business card

"Absolutely. I hope you find what your looking for!" she calls after them

"Don't worry about it Donna, we still have a few places to check before you can worry, okay?" Katrina tries to comfort her as they work their way back to where Ray is waiting.

"How am I supposed to go home to Harvey without my ring?" she whispers

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"Back so soon" the man with the ponytail greets them

"You remember us?"

"How could I forget? It's not every day three attractive young women come marching in here demanding a Looney Tunes tattoo"

"You haven't seen an engagement ring, have you?" Donna asks hopefully

"Sorry doll, I can't say I have"

"Alright well thanks anyways, I guess we should head to the Amo" Donna sighs, feeling suddenly hopeful that the ring will be there

"How do you know which one we went to?" Katrina asks

"Please, if I wanted to go dancing, there is only one place I would go" Donna says, following Katrina out the door

"Samantha are you coming?" she calls back over her shoulder

"I'll be there in a minute, just making a removal appointment"

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"If I win, you have to call Louis and ask him about his cats dietary restrictions!"

"Alright, but if I win, you have to get a Tweety Bird Tattoo!"

"It's on Paulsen!"

"Let's shake on it, Wheeler"

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"I can't believe you two are making me go through with this" Samantha protests as they enter Perry's

"A bet's a bet, unless you want to go back on your word" Donna challenges

"I can't believe I lost! I really thought Katrina would be a terrible flirt"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, it's just, Brian, really?"

"How can I help you ladies?" the bearded man greets them

"She'd like one Tweety Bird, please" Katrina grins

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The Amo is fairly empty as they make their way towards the hostess, seeing as they had just opened for lunch a half hour before the girls arrived. The booths lining the walls filled with people enjoying their afternoon tea and the music of the jazz band playing on stage. The soft sounds fill the air and trigger the image of horns and twirling from the night before.

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A Spanish song echoed through the club as party goers twirled and shimmied to the sounds of the brass instruments.

"Get up here!" Katrina instructed Samantha, holding out a hand to help her onto the bar she and Donna were dancing on. She doubts they're supposed to be on the bar, but no one in their right mind was going to put and end to the three hammered young women shaking their hips to the beat.

Samantha offers a small nod to the man she was previously dancing with and takes Katrina's hand, joining her and Donna up on the bar.

"Thanks" Samantha smiles at her

"I'm a great wing woman and you looked like you needed saving"

"That guy was the worst dancer I've ever seen" Samantha laughs

"Then you've never seen Bill from accounting try and dance at the holiday party's" Donna yells over the music, taking Katrina's hand in hers and twirling her around, finishing the move with a dramatic dip which sends all three girls into a giggle fit.

"I dated this guy once, Trent, what a great dancer" Samantha sighs, "And that's not all he was good at"

"Katrina, 3 o'clock" Donna nods in the direction of a tall brunette in a navy blazer making his way across the dance floor, eyeing Katrina as he passed them

"It's already 3?!" the drunk blonde exclaims

"Oh my god… no, there" Samantha takes her face in her hand and turns her to face the man who is now ordering a drink at the end of the bar, almost directly beneath them

Not realizing how loud they were being, the man looks up and locks eyes with Katrina, who can't hide the fact that she had been caught staring

"Hi" he calls up at her

"Hi" she smiles back

"Go down thereeeee" Donna whispers to her, nudging her towards the edge of the bar

"Do you ladies need a hand getting down?"

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"What can I help you ladies with?" the young girl smiles up at them

"We were actually here last night and were wondering if anyone had found an engagement ring" Samantha politely smiles while patting Donna's arm to help keep her calm

"I'm not sure, let me ask the manager" the girl says, excusing herself and heading into the back leaving Donna to nervously pick at her finger nails while they waited. Her phone rings in her bag and she fishes it out to see Harvey's picture lighting up the screen. She declines the call with a sigh and drops the phone into her bag, the ring had to be here, it just had to be.

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"You're telling me in all those years you two never hooked up?"

"We hooked up once, and it was between working at the DA's office and the firm"

"We know that, I mean after that, at the firm" Samantha winks

"Never"

"Common Donna, he way you two were dancing at Louis' wedding, I don't dance with my boss like that" Katrina interjects

"Because your boss is Louis" Samantha smirks, signalling for the bartender to bring over another round

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The hostess returns from the back and the look on her face alone is enough to tell Donna what she feared the most, the ring wasn't here. She closes her eyes and tries to compose her thoughts, trying to think of anything they hadn't already thought of. She doubts they went anywhere after dancing, yet somehow, they ended up back at the firm and not at her apartment (well, her and Harvey's apartment). Maybe, if she was lucky, the ring was somewhere in her office. She sighs as they get ready to leave, desperate to find her ring and get home and crawl into bed next to Harvey.

A waitress walks buy them with a tray of food and pauses when she spots them. She turns to Donna and asks "How'd it make out with that guy last night?"

"What guy?" she asks, all colour draining from her face

"You know, tall, handsome, couldn't keep his hands off you? Did you end up going home with him? He looked like a great kisser"

Donna all but passes out at the girl's words and Samantha throws her arm around her shoulder to steady her. She sees Samantha's lips moving but all she hears is white noise. She lets the tears begin to fall as they make there way out of the building. She didn't have her engagement ring and after she told Harvey what she just found out about kissing some guy at the bar, she was pretty sure she wouldn't have a fiancé either.


Part 3 coming soon... (Yes, I'm really ending Part 2 like this)