Disclaimer: I love cake. And West Wing. I eat cake. I don't own West Wing.

Author's Note: I talk about food a lot don't I. Well don't think I'm fat or anything. I just love desserts, and food. I don't eat constantly or anything. Never mind. Enjoy this. I did… kinda.

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Five glasses of brandy later Josh had very little idea what was going on. He couldn't imagine he'd spent that long in the Oval Office, and he wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to be talking about.

'No don't do that,' Leo muttered.

'What too much?'

'Josh you really don't want to propose to Donna in front of her co-workers, or in the office, or anywhere where she id going to feel embarrassed,' Bartlet warned him.

'But… I… mean… where else could I…?'

There was a short silence.

'Don't you guys ever go anywhere else?' Leo asked him curiously.

Josh avoided eye contact. 'We… spent time out of the office… just nowhere really worth remembering. And it's not like we can leave D.C. I mean we still have work!'

Bartlet just laughed.

'Why does she like this guy again?' Leo asked the President.

'The answer has yet to be discovered,' Josh answered.

'She's a nice girl Josh,' Bartlet told him.

'Yessir,' Josh answered with an air of skepticism.

'Smart too.' Leo added, 'Though her choice of men puts that into question.'

Josh didn't argue. He just sat.

'She's too good for you,' Bartlet said pointing to Josh, almost glaring. Josh wanted to curl up in the fettle position or run away. 'If I hear one whisper of you hurting her… well let's just say the C.I.A. works for me.'

'They do?' Josh asked, blinking widely, hoping this line of whatever it was they were trying to scare him from would end soon.

Bartlet smiled. 'I always figured the Rose Garden would be a nice place to propose. That's where I always think of these things happening you know. I would have proposed there but…'

'You weren't President yet,' Josh finished for him.

Bartlet got up. 'You should really be asking the women about this.' He went to his desk and just stood behind it.

Josh could read the signs, most of the time. He leaped to his feet ready to bolt from the room. The air had grown a lot hotter, and the two men in the room with him were the two men who controlled not only his job, but the country, so he felt a little worried that their harassment and assaults would never be done.

'Who..?' Josh began talking really fast. 'Which women? There are women in the White House? Who should I talk to? Where should I go? Which one would know where and how and what?' He gave a quick pause; Leo and the President just stared. 'Margaret?' he finally managed.

"Nooo," Leo said a little to quickly. He tried to regain some composure. 'Margaret knows everything about anything that you really don't need to know about; but she's already spending half her day planning your wedding, if you get her really involved she'll never stop talking about it.'

Josh didn't understand. "What…"

'Every five minutes she walks into my office and tells me some obscure statistic about wedding spots, or flower arrangements, or rings, or murder rates.'

'Murder rates?'

'You don't want to know,' Leo just said quietly. Then he looked up at Josh. 'Why don't you ask C.J. or someone? You've caused enough trouble as it is.'

Josh gave him a side-glance, then continued. 'I can't ask C.J.'

'Why not?'

'Well she's a little pissed with me.'

'Oh,' Bartlet muttered. 'I can understand that.'

Josh couldn't, but he thought maybe that's why Bartlet was President and not him. He understood these things that no one in their right mind could faithfully understand. When Bartlet sat down Josh edged a little closer to the door.

'Thank you, Mr. President. You're advise has been… good.'

'Thanks Josh,' came the answer.

Josh turned and was ready to start running from the room.

'Oh and Josh,' Bartlet stopped him as he had his hand on a half opened door. 'Don't forget… I'm having you watched.'

Feeling a lot more paranoid than he had about twenty-minutes ago Josh nodded and exited the room.

He looked up and saw Sam. He smiled.

'Are you drunk?' Sam asked automatically.

'I'm tipsy,' Josh answered.

Both men looked at each other with an odd stare. Then Josh sighed.

'I'm wasted,' he answered.

'Did you really say tipsy?' Sam asked with a smile.

'Shhh,' Josh mumbled. 'Must find office. Go now.' His voice was a soft whisper, he looked around the room for any watching eyes.

'Right,' Sam answered and watched Josh walk half-straight through the halls.