Notes: Aaaah, so much grovelling to do. Sorry, I am a terrible person who takes years to update! And even then, this chapter is v. short. I'm soooo inadequate!

Ummmm, sorry about the outburst.

Ok, first: Thanks to all who reviewed. Thanks to miss jasadin for the good idea, but I'm afraid I don't have much time at the mo. Of course you can add it yourself if you wish...Oh, and Dictionary-Dominatrix, thanks as well for the criticism. I need it so I can improve. Right, on with the story!

Chapter 2

Donna opened the fridge at the back of the kitchen and took out two beers.

"You know," she half yelled over her shoulder, "we should definitely do this more often".

She opened the bottles neatly and sidled back into the main room of her comfortably small flat. There, lounging on the sofa, C.J. chuckled in her own trademark way.

"Most definitely. This beats having to sit at some bar watching Sam and Josh contest for the title of biggest lightweight in the history of man and pretend to give a damn about the Yankees."

"And now," Donna smirked, "la pièce de résistance, the ultimate chick flick."

They clinked their beers together and sat down to watch the movie. At which point a scrabbling began at the door of Donna's apartment. Donna and C.J. looked at each other warily. You got some weird folk sometimes in D.C.

"I'll go see what it is," Donna said finally and in a worried tone.

She tentatively approached the door as C.J. craned to see down the hallway. Donna took a deep breath as the scrabbling stopped momentarily to allow a groan to permeate her door before resuming again. She looked through the letterbox.

"Oh God. C.J, I'm gonna need some help."

There on the mat was a half conscious Josh, still wearing his suit, completely intoxicated.

After spending a few minutes, as Josh would have said in a soberer mood, "making fun of others' misfortunes", CJ finally agreed to help carry him in. This was more difficult than it at first appeared. Josh was actually a lot heavier than appeared, which CJ put down completely to his youth, which she imagined consisted largely of eating Tupperware. She tried to keep his torso above the floor, muttering mild expletives under her breath the whole time, while Donna lifted his legs.

All was going, just about, to plan when suddenly Josh wrenched to the side. CJ was forced to drop him unceremoniously to the floor. As he fell, her bracelet was caught on one cufflink and was torn to the ground.

"Josh! That was a present from my niece!" she half-yelled, hands on hips majestically and staring down at him.

At the sight of this terrifying figure, unluckily placed just next to a ridiculously bright light that bore into his head, Josh could merely mumble faint apologies. Disgusted, CJ picked up the bracelet and took it to the sitting room lamp to see if it was saveable. Donna, completely unsympathetic because he had disregarded her warnings before the dreadful bachelor party, went off to the kitchen to make coffee. Josh was left to crawl through the hall before collapsing on the nearest chair.

At which point, all hell broke loose.