"Oh, no," Leo said, under his breath.
They all turned to look at him.
"I told her she could lose the First Lady etiquette," he told them.
They all groaned and whined.
"Well, that explains it," Sam said, with horror, as they all watched the First Lady make her way toward Jay Leno.
The show was gonna be a doozy tonight.
The crowd went wild when Abbey walked onto the stage. A couple of teenage girls over to the left of audience held a sign that said 'WE LOVE YOU, ABBEY!' and they were squealing. She laughed and waved at them. She hadn't realized she had a fan base.
Jay come over from behind his desk and walked toward her. He, too, looked shocked at her appearance. She was wearing a tight jean skirt that flared out at the knees, a form-fitting white t-shirt that said 'Rock the Vote,' a red and blue belt that said 'Bartlet for America,' and black, high-heeled, open-toed sandales. She was wearing a great deal of eyeliner and mascara, and pink eye shadow. In her hand, she carried a purse that had pictures of numerous First Ladies on it and which said 'FLOTUS' in huge letters on it. Her hair was swept up off her neck by a hair clip. In short, she looked less than half her age.
Abbey and Jay walked toward each other and hugged. He then led her over to the overstuffed chair next to his desk and they both took their places.
"Wow!" Jay exclaimed.
She laughed, self-deprecatingly.
Jay turned to the audience; they were still cheering wildly.
"I don't know if I'm wowing the reaction you're getting from my normally sedated audience or if I'm wowing the way you look right now!"
Abbey could only continuing laughing, embarassed.
"I didn't know the First Lady had clothes like that! You look about twenty-one!"
Sam whistled.
"Neither did I!"
Josh was staring at the TV, like he knew something the rest of them didn't. Something was just so familiar to him about the First Lady's entire ensemble…
"Oh, well, they're not mine," Abbey replied. "They belong to my fabulous Chief of Staff, Amy Gardner, who was kind enough to lend this out to me tonight."
"That's where I know that outfit from!" Josh shouted at the TV, with satisfaction. "I thought I'd seen Amy wearing something like that."
"Shh!" Mallory said, leaning in to focus more on the TV.
"Yeah, shut up, Josh," Liz said, grinning and then sticking her tongue out at him.
"Look who's talking, Liz!" Ellie said, eyeing her older sister.
"No pun intended, I'm sure," Sam said.
"This was a last-minute wardrobe change?" Jay asked.
"I was going to wear one of my suits, you know, but I decided this was a special occasion," Abbey replied, grinning slyly.
"Why is that?"
"Well, you see…my husband's Chief of Staff, a certain Leo McGarry, told me I could ix-nay on the First Lady stuff tonight. So that's exactly what I'm doing."
"All right. Well, we're going to go to commercial. When we come back, much more with the great Abbey Bartlet!"
"Dammit, Leo!" Jed said.
"Sir, I had no idea she was going to…"
"I know you didn't. How could you know? She's my wife and even I didn't see that coming."
"I gotta say though, I'm loving that outfit," Zoey said.
"Yeah, I have that shirt," Ellie added.
"It's Rock the Vote. We all have that shirt," Liz said. "Annie even has that shirt."
"Grandma doesn't apparently," Said Annie.
"She does now," CJ said. "I don't think Amy's getting that outfit back after this."
"How bad is this gonna be?" The President asked, looking at his staff.
"Not as bad as it would be if she came out wearing a dominatrix outfit," Sam replied.
"True. Could have been worse, sir," Josh agreed.
All at once, everyone in the room sighed. Now they just had to wait and see what Abbey was going to say. They had a feeling her outfit was going to be the least of their problems.