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After Shop, Mac opens up the lounge and brings in some fresh coffee ~~not from class~~ bagles, muffins and doughnuts.

He then kicks back on one of the sofas and reads the most recent issue of "The Daily Bugle".

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A quiet voice behind her said, "Speaker of the House is still a dick. I don't care who tries to convince me otherwise."

"Just because you two never saw eye to eye..." she turns and smiles at him for only a second. "I thought we agreed a long time ago you'd come talk to me first Josh."

"I defy you to find anyone in the country who doesn't think he's a dick." Josh smirked. "And I'm saying it to you, not to Capitol Beat. Though they'd agree with me, too. Because the Speaker? Is a dick."

"I'm almost certain I could find one of his constituants who holds him in high regard. Of course, that would mean walking out to a bunker in the woods."

Tucking her legs beeath herself, she turns to face him. "So. How's Donna? And how in the world are you even going to survive here without her? You can't even work the phone."

"I can work the phones," Josh said defensively. "Just not the White House switchboard." He snickered. "And given a message you left me on my machine a few days ago, I'm not sure you should be lecturing me about phone-using skills." He lifted an eyebrow. "Unless you think we've reached a point in our relationship where I'm okay with you calling me 'sweetie.'"

He scrubbed his fingers through his hair. "And I've gotten a TA to help with my campaign class--some guy with a girl's name. I can't remember what it is, so I'm gonna call him Donna."

"But you are very sweet, Josh." She puts on her completely fake smile for him, then takes a sip. "Does this girly-named boy understand the deal with calling him Donna? Because, word tot he wise, some of these kids? Scary."

"I haven't actually done it to him," Josh said. "But in my head assistant equals Donna." He waved it off. "I'm sure he'll get used to it. He seemed like a nice enough kid, if not exactly inclined to chat."

"Whatever will you do with an assistant who doesn't talk a mile a minute.?" Realization dawns on her, "Wait a sec. This non-chatting girly-named boy...Angel?"

"Um, yeah," Josh said, nodding. His attention was back on C-SPAN. "Oh come on," he said. "Who gives a damn what the name of the post office in Milford, Ohio is?" He glared at the television. "Be more interesting, dammit!"

She stares at him for all of two seconds. "You think you're going to get away with calling Angel 'Donna"? WOW are you stupid...he's...do you know what he is?"

"An undead American," Josh replied, nodding. "An untapped but potentially important demographic in the voting electorate."

"Oh, yeah. Get Joey right on that polling data." Smirking at him, she finishes her coffee. "Besides your new assistant, how are you adjusting? Shoes arent' giving you any problems, are they?"

"Well, if you're looking for long-term loyal voters, I can't think of a group who's gonna be more long term that people who don't die." He shrugged. "Also explains a lot about the Chicago voter lists."

He looked at her. "I've met vampires and a green demon in a karaoke bar. I went into a karaoke bar. So, yeah. Not so much with the adjusting."

"Did you sing? Tell me you sang."

"I didn't sing. I don't sing. I have no intention, now or ever, of singing."

"Then don't eat in the cafeteria."

"I also have no intention, now or ever, of eating in the cafeteria." He smirked. "Met you boyfriend the other day."

"Yeah? He told me. He liked you...What did you say to him?"

"Nothing much," Josh said with smug smile. "Talked about the White House: about Leo, about Big Block of Cheese Day, about how you, you know, make up huge lies about me."

He held up his hands. "I was covering my bases. I don't know what you had told people here about me."

"I didn't say anything about you Josh. I was in a coma for a while, and I only just found out you were coming a few days before school began from Parker." She gives him the look. "And I don't lie. I don't have to."

"How did I not know about the coma?" Josh asked. "Why did no one tell me about the coma?" He thought about the overflowing inbox on his desk back in the West Wing. "There wasn't a memo about the coma, was there?"

"I don't think there was a memo, no. I'm pretty sure 'coma' is not memo material."

"No, it should have been phone call material," Josh whined. "Where was my phone call?" He covered his face with his hands. "What else have I missed? You really married? Shipped off to rehab? Had a couple of kids since I've seen you?"

Looking utterly confused ~~cuz Jack hasn't come clean yet~~ she shakes her head in amazement. "Are we done here?"

Josh looked confused. "Yeah. Sure. I'm gonna sit here and mock people. My class isn't until the end of the day."

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