Chapter 15: The Parties
"Hey!"
Sam turned around in the communications bullpen and saw Josh yelling at him. Josh jogged a little to catch up with him. "Hey, Josh, " said Sam back to him.
"Excited for you bachelor party tonight?"
"Yes I am, but don't organize anything stupid or you know Ainsley and Donna will kill you and they might kill me too."
"Yeah, yeah. Donna already threatened me." Sam and Josh stopped to pour some coffee. Josh continued, "I still can't believe Ainsley hasn't set any rules."
"Well she said that this will be my last chance at freedom and that I better not mess it up. After we are married, Ainsley is making all the rules."
Josh just nodded his head like he understood, but he really didn't. "So my place at eight?"
"See you then," said Sam before he turned into Toby's office to go over some papers.
"Hi, Ainsley!" said a cheerful Donna as she walked into Ainsley office.
"What brings you down to the dungeon at this hour?" asked Ainsley.
"Are you excited for tonight? The last night you will ever get to celebrate your freedom of being single."
"You are exaggerating it a little there Donna," giggled Ainsley.
"There's still no rules right?"
"Yep."
"Okay!" exclaimed Donna.
Ainsley knew she would be the first one drunk tonight. "Calm down, Donna. And the First Lady and Zoey are going to be there so keep it a little tasteful."
"Oh, the First Lady has seen a stripper before."
Ainsley got a confused look on her face. "Are you sure about that?"
"She's a doctor. She knows what's under those clothes."
"Donna!"
"Alright, I'll keep it tasteful. We still don't have to come into work tomorrow right?"
"Well I won't be here and you and CJ will have a huge hangover if you two drink as much as I expect you to." Ainsley thought, "My apartment is going to be full of drunk girls."
All of the senior staff men were in Josh's apartment trying to talk about something other than work. Things have been pretty quite. Josh kept saying a stripper was coming, but no one has believed him.
"Um, everyone," shouted Sam trying to get the room's attention. "Before people get too drunk, I would like to say something."
"Okay, Sam, "said the President, "but no one is allowed to cry." The room chuckled at the thought of someone crying at a bachelor party.
"Yes, sir," said Sam. "I know that I should wait for speeches for the rehearsal dinner, but I would like to say something now. I want first thank Josh. I would either be thanking him or yelling at him later depending on how this party goes. I want to thank The President and Leo for allowing me to marry a Republican. Toby, thank you for all the advice and help that Josh refused to help me with. And finally, I want to thank everyone here for being my extended family. Now, let's try not do anything stupid tonight."
After Sam's speech, there was a knock at the door. Josh impatiently ran over to answer it. To everyone's surprise, there really was a stripper there. Josh pointed out to the stripper who the groom was.
Once the stripper began to do her thing, the President leaned over to Leo and shouted over the music, "So this is what a stripper does."
Leo shouted back, "Don't you wish you had one at your bachelor party?"
"Now everyone must have at least two drinks tonight!" yelled CJ as she brought in a punch bowl probably filled with three different types of drinks.
"Except for Zoey," said the First Lady.
"Except for Zoey!" repeated CJ.
"I think I would rather be sober and watch everyone make a fool of themselves than get a little drunk," said Zoey.
"Oh! You can take pictures for me!" said Ainsley as she handed over a camera. "Just don't take any pictures I would regret."
Donna stood up to get everyone's attention. "Before we start with the celebrating, CJ and I would like to give Ainsley a little gift." CJ gave Ainsley a neatly wrapped box. "This is something that you might not want to open in front of your mom and future in-laws during the rehearsal-dinner."
Ainsley tore off the wrapping paper. "A thong!" she shouted. The bride held up a skimpy thong that had "bride" on it while turning a few shades red.
"Don't worry," said CJ. "We won't tell Sam what you are wearing to your honeymoon!" Ainsley blushed some more. CJ began filling up cups with punch when there was a buzz at the door. "I got it," said CJ. "It's probably my best friend."
"Your best friend?" questioned Carol.
"Yes, Carol. My best friend," repeated CJ as she opened the door a revealed a very handsome stripper.
The First Lady leaned over to Zoey. "Now this is when you politely excuse yourself."
"Mom!"
The next morning, the only two partiers that didn't wake up with a hangover were Leo and Zoey. They both saw and heard way more than they wanted to that evening, but thought of the all of the potential blackmail. All the men stayed over at Josh's since there was no way they could manage to take care of themselves and all of the ladies stayed at Sam and Ainsley's, with the exception of the President and First Lady. Sam woke up first and decided to call the ladies.
"Hello?"
"Is this Zoey?" asked Sam.
"Yeah. Sam?"
"It's me. How are things over there?"
"Everyone is pretty tired and is going to be needing plenty of coffee."
"Sounds like the same situation over here. Did you have fun?"
"I saw my first stripper. Well, according to my mom I saw my first stripper," said Zoey, blushing a little.
"So you had a stripper?"
"Oh, crap!" said Zoey forgetting that she probably shouldn't mention this to Sam.
Sam laughed. "We had a stripper too. I think it was the first time your dad and Leo ever saw one."
"I bet they loved it!"
"Let's just say they were pretty surprised," laughed Sam.
"So did you do anything stupid?"
"I don't think I did. I'll have to ask Leo and the Secret Service later. What about over there? Anything I should know about… Or shouldn't know about?"
"Hmm," thought Zoey. "Well let's just say that the West Wing is full party animals!"
"Really? You do have some good stories don't you?"
"Yeah, but CJ would kill me if I abandon the sisterhood."
"Well I got to go make some coffee and break out the aspirin," said Sam as he rubbed his head.
"I better start the coffee maker too. Do you want me to let Ainsley know you called?"
"Yeah. Please. Could you have her call me back?"
"I'll let her know," said Zoey with a smile as she thought about the two lovebirds.
"Thanks. See you later," said Sam as he hung up the phone.
That afternoon, Ainsley was cleaning up her and Sam's apartment when Sam came home from his night out. "Hey, Ainsley! Is everyone gone?"
"Yes, Sam," said Ainsley with her southern drawl. "There aren't any naked drunk girls here."
"We could always change that," suggested Sam as he bent down to give Ainsley a nice kiss.
"How was your stripper?" asked Ainsley.
Sam took a step back in shock. "H-how did you know about the stripper?" stuttered Sam.
Ainsley giggled. "Josh is the best man. I would be shocked if there wasn't a stripper."
"Well she wasn't anywhere near as good as you."
Ainsley turned red and gave her best smile. "That's the answer I wanted to hear."
"So, what did you ladies do?"
"Well, if I could remember, we played some games, told lots of stories about past relationships, and we might have had some alcohol."
"And how was the stripper?"
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Ainsley who was flat out telling the truth. The pictures Zoey took would show it. Sam gave her some kind of look she has never seen before. Ainsley smiled. "I love you, Sam. Please marry me."
"Of course," said Sam as he kissed her even better than before.