Harvey shades his eyes from the blinding sun pouring in through his windows. His head is pounding, it has been a long time since he has battled a hangover but at least last night proved to be interesting. He rolls over and buries his head in the covers. The battle can ensue in a few more hours. He pulls the pillow over his head to blacken out the light.

Jules stumbles from her bed lured by the smell of coffee emanating from her kitchen. She holds her head as if her hand is the only thing keeping her brain within her skull. Donna watches the Bataan Death march of Jules towards the kitchen with some degree of mercy. Donna knows the brain cells sacrificed were in honor of her evening plans. Evening plans who have just emerged from Jules' shower.

Donna smiles as she realizes that Jules strongly resembles a muppet with her short hair standing on end. She looks a bit like Beaker clad in her plaid pajama bottoms and MARINE T-shirt. Donna hands her a large cup as she pulls out the stool. Jules takes a seat and slumps on the counter. The only speech coming from Jules at this moment are the moans and groans of a scotch induced hell of a hang over. Donna rubs her hair sympathetically as she heads towards the bedroom to attend to her guest.

Jules does not move from her position at the counter. The granite is just too cool against her skin. She manages to prop her head up a moment at a time to sip the coffee. After a while, Donna escorts her guest into the kitchen. Jules props an eyelid open to see who it was.

"Seems you are nursing a hell of a hangover there, Jules." The gentleman rubs Jules' shoulder and ruffles her hair. The familiarity catches her off guard. Jules knows the voice. She is just surprised that this is who Donna ended up with. Those questions can wait… wait until the world stops spinning. Jules gets up and steadies herself against the stool. She casts a half eyed open look toward Donna. "Josh... if you'd excuse me... I'm going to take the Tilt a Whirl in into the other room." She limps back towards the bedroom with the coffee in hand and a wave to Donna and her guest. Josh soon departs after some coffee with Donna.

After a short while Donna checks on Jules. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Jules rolls over and dares to open her eyes into slits. "So, how expensive is this hang over?" Donna taps her legs.

"Oh, this is a world class, $12k hangover… so I intend to savor every freaking moment." Donna offers up a bag of peas from the freezer to the gods of Macallan. Jules rights herself on the bed with the moans and groans of the required effort.

"You know you didn't have to do that…" Donna lies down on the bed next to Jules.

"but you are really, really glad I did."

Jules lays the bag of peas across her eyes. Donna grabs her hand in her own. "Jules, you have no idea how much I needed that, thank you." Jules knows that Donna needed that last night... but Josh.. come on how much trouble do you want to cram into one week? "Trust me... I am not in the position to get all judgy about last night." She moves the bag of peas higher on her forehead.

Jules peeks out of the corner of her eye to gauge her tolerance for the sunlight. Her reaction is fitting of a lost boy. She winces at the rays prompting Donna to pass her Wayfarers across the bed.

"So" Jules voice is gruff from the misadventure of last night. "When were you going to mention your video acting debut and the resulting felony charges?" Donna is stopped colder than the peas residing on Jules' forehead. She knows and Donna wasn't the one to tell her. "Harvey or Louis?"

"Louis called me when I was in Paris." Jules cannot understand why Donna would take such a risk. She would understand Harvey... but Mike?. "You don't have to keep fixing Mike... He is not for you to save. Besides, failure... isn't fatal.. trust me I am a doctor."

Donna is stunned and a pissed off at her summation because it is based in truth. "It wasn't like that..." Jules rolls onto her side. "Then what was it like?" Jules is pissed and Donna knows it. Jules' current condition has killed off any pretense of a bedside manner.

On cue, Jules can hear the ring of her cell phone. Donna thanks the heavens above for being saved by the veritable bell. She is not ready to face Jules about this particular issue. Jules pulls the phone from the table and limps out of the room to take the call. Jules is called to duty. She walks into the shower for literally two minutes, throws on clothes and heads for the door.

Donna meets her in the kitchen handing her the bag and a travel mug like they are in some distorted relay. "You know you have done stupid things before too, Jules." Jules straightens up for a moment as she situates herself. "Donna, I have done things that are incorrigible, immoral and even illegal... but never stupid. This discussion is not over." Donna can tell by her tone that Jules is going to throw her two cents in. Knowing Jules, she is going to throw her buck fifty in.

Donna pours a cup of coffee for herself and walks out onto the deck. She needs to think...

Harvey decides it is time to face the day. He hits the shower. His thoughts circle around the night before as the water rains down upon his head. The warmth of the water melts away the effects of the hangover. If you are going to sport a hangover… might as well be a high end one. Jules has damn fine taste in Scotch. He is curious as to how Jules was able to appropriate a thousand dollars' worth of crystal and a $12 thousand dollar bottle of scotch in the middle of a social event for the sole purpose of distracting him from Donna's departure. The question is why? If that wasn't enough to think about, his thoughts circle back to how to save Donna.