Disclaimer: See part one for all your disclaimer fun. Hey that rhymes!
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile! I was having issues accessing the file that I had the whole beginning of my story saved in, and I only just got to open it now. I'm really sorry, cause I know how annoying it is when you're in the middle of a fic, and then the author refuses to update. So I'm sorry if I've caused you any lingering emotional damage. Enjoy!
I need to go home and think. Instead, I'm sitting in a cab with Josh, outside his apartment."But Donna! I wanna go home with you. Your apartment smells better."
"No, Josh. This is your apartment. You have to stay here." I am not in the mood for dealing with a drunken Josh. I'm at the point right now where I could use a few drinks myself.
"Donna! Come on! I know your roommate isn't home. Please?" Josh gives me the puppy dog look. Damn the man. He's drunk, and he still knows how to win me over. "I promise not to drink anymore...tonight."
I give up. I can think after Josh falls asleep and or passes out on my couch. "Fine Josh. You can sleep on my couch." I pat him on the head, and he smiles up at me like a lost dog who has just found his way home.
"Donna, you are the nicest, most prettiest, you know...woman." And this, ladies and gentleman is your government at work.
The ride from Josh's apartment to my own only takes a few minutes, but tonight it seemed to take hours. Josh refused to behave himself, no matter how much I begged him. He insisted on hanging out the cab window, while belting show tunes with made up words. Very out of key show tunes with made up words."Hello young lovers who drink at the bar, you guys have really nice shoes. I get to go home with Donna tonight, and all of the cows, they go moo."
"Josh, if you must sing please sing quietly, and stay in your seat! And for the love of all that is sane and holy, sing the right words!" My head is pounding, and the cab driver is giving me sympathetic looks in the rear- view mirror.
"But Donna," Josh looks at me seriously, "those are the right words. I guess you don't like Rodgers and Hammerstein. I know! Frank Loesser!" He grins at me for a moment, then breaks into a window-cracking rendition of "Luck Be A Lady". I am in hell. There is no other word to describe it. Although, Josh's encyclopedic knowledge of show tunes has provided me with more bantering material. But I'm still in hell.
Somehow I managed to get Josh out of the cab, and into my apartment. The cab driver gave me a pitying look as I paid him."Lady, if I were you, I wouldn't let him drink anymore. Some men just can't hold their liquor, and your boyfriend is one of them." The cab driver advised me before driving off.
Wait, what the hell? Josh isn't my boyfriend? Why would he think Josh is my boyfriend? I mean, I'm just taking him home to my apartment after he drank himself...Oh my God. I think I need a drink. A big one.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile! I was having issues accessing the file that I had the whole beginning of my story saved in, and I only just got to open it now. I'm really sorry, cause I know how annoying it is when you're in the middle of a fic, and then the author refuses to update. So I'm sorry if I've caused you any lingering emotional damage. Enjoy!
I need to go home and think. Instead, I'm sitting in a cab with Josh, outside his apartment."But Donna! I wanna go home with you. Your apartment smells better."
"No, Josh. This is your apartment. You have to stay here." I am not in the mood for dealing with a drunken Josh. I'm at the point right now where I could use a few drinks myself.
"Donna! Come on! I know your roommate isn't home. Please?" Josh gives me the puppy dog look. Damn the man. He's drunk, and he still knows how to win me over. "I promise not to drink anymore...tonight."
I give up. I can think after Josh falls asleep and or passes out on my couch. "Fine Josh. You can sleep on my couch." I pat him on the head, and he smiles up at me like a lost dog who has just found his way home.
"Donna, you are the nicest, most prettiest, you know...woman." And this, ladies and gentleman is your government at work.
The ride from Josh's apartment to my own only takes a few minutes, but tonight it seemed to take hours. Josh refused to behave himself, no matter how much I begged him. He insisted on hanging out the cab window, while belting show tunes with made up words. Very out of key show tunes with made up words."Hello young lovers who drink at the bar, you guys have really nice shoes. I get to go home with Donna tonight, and all of the cows, they go moo."
"Josh, if you must sing please sing quietly, and stay in your seat! And for the love of all that is sane and holy, sing the right words!" My head is pounding, and the cab driver is giving me sympathetic looks in the rear- view mirror.
"But Donna," Josh looks at me seriously, "those are the right words. I guess you don't like Rodgers and Hammerstein. I know! Frank Loesser!" He grins at me for a moment, then breaks into a window-cracking rendition of "Luck Be A Lady". I am in hell. There is no other word to describe it. Although, Josh's encyclopedic knowledge of show tunes has provided me with more bantering material. But I'm still in hell.
Somehow I managed to get Josh out of the cab, and into my apartment. The cab driver gave me a pitying look as I paid him."Lady, if I were you, I wouldn't let him drink anymore. Some men just can't hold their liquor, and your boyfriend is one of them." The cab driver advised me before driving off.
Wait, what the hell? Josh isn't my boyfriend? Why would he think Josh is my boyfriend? I mean, I'm just taking him home to my apartment after he drank himself...Oh my God. I think I need a drink. A big one.