THE NIGHT BEFORE - 8:30 PM
Josh is wrapping up his day by closing down his computer and shoving papers into his bag.
"Great way to keep organized, Joshua."
Josh whips around at the voice of Donna.
"Hey. What are you still doing here?" He turns back to his task of packing.
She bends down and picks up the papers that Josh dropped onto the floor.
"Same thing you are, working."
She straightens up and hands him the pile she just picked up.
"Thanks." He takes them and stuffs those into his bag as well.
Donna laughs at his act.
"What?"
"Seriously how do you find anything in there?"
"Lots of practice." he says absently.
"You want to go out tonight?"
He picks up his stuffed backpack and throws it over his shoulder.
"Sure. Where to?"
They walk out of the headquarters together and head for Josh's car.
"Please tell me the story gets more interesting than your lack of organization skills."
"It does, Toby. God, I'm just easing you into it."
"Can you go a little faster?"
"In a rush off to somewhere? Anyway..."
Josh starts the car and looks over at Donna. "I have an idea where we can go." He grins.
Looking a bit scared, "Where?"
"Remember that bar I always promised I would take you to someday?"
"Josh, that's like an hour drive!"
"So? We don't have to be at work tomorrow. Why not have a little fun tonight?"
With doubt, "Okay."
"C'mon Donna, what's the worse that can happen?"
"Do not tempt fate, Joshua." she warns.
He laughs.
9:45 PM
They arrive at the bar. He shuts the car off and turns to Donna.
"You ready for the time of your life?"
"At a bar?"
"Oh, that's just the start. I've been hoping we'd have some time together. I've always been afraid you didn't want the same thing but when you were the one that asked..."
"What is in that crazy head of yours?" she interrupts.
Ignoring her question, "Let's get the night started."
They walk into the crowded bar and find a table for two. She sits down and he continues standing.
"What would you like, Donnatella? It's on me."
"Rusty nail."
"You got it!" He walks off to the bartender.
10:13 PM
On their table sits three empty beer bottles and two empty glasses.
They are laughing and enjoying each other's company. Talking about old times. He gets up and walks over extending his hand to her.
"Wanna dance?"
"Why are you being so generous?"
"I'm making up for Ellie's wedding. I owe you a dance."
She takes his offering immediately and is guided to the dance floor.
He wraps his arms around her waist while she drapes her arms around his neck.
They dance close, to a slow song titled "Time of My Life."
They are getting extreamly close almost 'dirty dancing' close. Being tipsy who was gonna bother?
As the song ends, Josh gazes into her eyes and lip sings "And I owe it all to you." in her ear. She smiles and kisses him on the chin.
They look into each other's eyes for the longest time before he comes in closer and kisses her. A soft kiss on the lips. He is about to pull away when she deepens the kiss.
"So finally you two get your heads out of your asses?"
"Toby!"
"What? I can't say, it's about damn time?"
"That wasn't all that happened though."
"Ah. I'm still not getting how you got arrested though."
"I'm getting there. We danced some more and had a couple more drinks. Danced again. So we could sober up a little before we left..."
"Josh, you better not tell me you were pulled over for a DUI."
"Do you think that little of me?"
"That seems to be the only logical reason for you being in jail."
"Can I finish?"
Toby nods.
"So we are too drunk to drive anywhere...
Josh and Donna are walking outside, hoping the cool air will sober them up a little. He didn't trust driving yet so he makes a suggestion.
"Instead of my original plan, why don't we go for a walk in the park?"
"That sounds good, but can you tell me what your original plans were?"
"Nah, I might wanna use them for another time."
He takes a hold of her hand and guides her through the park.
They reach a bench across from the fountain and sit down. The only sounds they can hear is the rushing waterfall. They look at each other at the same time and in unison "Josh?" "Donna?"
Again in unison, "You go first."
Donna giggles, Go ahead, Josh."
"Ladies first."
"Are we seriously arguing as to who says what first?"
TBC