Disclaimer; I don't own them.

Author's note: I knew it was going to happen. I just figured he wouldn't be so totally screwed. And it was a nice way to bring the fantasy of beautiful drunk Josh and the one character I wish to have appear because he's funny and totally serious and then Josh will be all like Ahhh and he will be all like what the hell? And I will laugh. I hope you did too. If none of the above happens please don't hold me responsible.

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The line went dead before Josh could formulate some kind of response. He sat for a moment with the phone pressed to his ear, thinking maybe if he kept it there long enough he would hear an echo of her words.

Then he stood up. Quickly he sat down again. Never in his life had he felt so light headed. Slowly he pulled himself up, and looked around the room. He quietly put the phone down on the receiver and thought to himself.

'You aren't going to go and talk to Sam like you're in the seventh grade. You are not going to run to C.J., like you are a girl. You will go know where near Toby's office because he hates you right now. You cannot go talk with Leo… because he's your boss… not your buddy.'

He then sighed and sat back down.

He had thought once he had talked to Donna things would become less complicated. But now he was wondering who he could talk with, and what he could say.

'I need a drink,' he said aloud. Then grumbled grabbing his head. 'That sounds like a perfectly bad idea.'

He got up quickly and turned on the radio. The best thing for him to do now was to think about something else.

Then a flash from the night before returned to him, as though to torture him evermore.

'Okay now Donna,' he recalled with a blurry recollection of waving his finger. 'I will marry you but you must give me at least three sons.' He laughed at his stupidity.

"Three?' she questioned.

'But we can't get married.' If he had only seen how skewed his face was, he might have understood how stupid he really was.

'What!' he heard her shout.

'The President told me not to.'

He sighed deeply, then placed his head back down on his desk. 'I am so totally screwed.'