Let's Make A Deal
Title: Let's Make A Deal
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing(s): Josh/Donna
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: "Why don't you have a date?"
Notes: Written for writing_game prompt "shiny, companion, deal."
"I need a date for this thing tomorrow night."
She looks up; Josh is hovering over her. "The parks benefit?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you have a date?"
"Because I - look, I just need a date, all right?"
"All right." She shrugs, goes back to typing.
"Great. So I'll pick you up at seven?"
"Wait." She's pretty sure they've skipped a step, here. "What?"
"Tomorrow night. For the benefit. I'll pick you up at seven."
"You want me to be your date?"
"The invitation says plus one." He says it like it's the most natural thing in the world, which, this - her and Josh, on a date, or a whatever - is not. She presses her lips together.
"So, pretty much I'm just a backup? In case you couldn't find anyone better?"
"I just meant - it's a party. I thought you'd have fun."
"I don't have shoes."
"You have plenty of shoes." He sighs, and she can almost hear the internal struggle. "Fine. I'll buy you shoes."
"What shoes?"
"Any shoes you want! Those shiny ones, with the heel, and the -"
"It's a deal."
It takes him a minute to register, and he blinks at her. "What?"
She smiles. "It's a date."
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing(s): Josh/Donna
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: "Why don't you have a date?"
Notes: Written for writing_game prompt "shiny, companion, deal."
"I need a date for this thing tomorrow night."
She looks up; Josh is hovering over her. "The parks benefit?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you have a date?"
"Because I - look, I just need a date, all right?"
"All right." She shrugs, goes back to typing.
"Great. So I'll pick you up at seven?"
"Wait." She's pretty sure they've skipped a step, here. "What?"
"Tomorrow night. For the benefit. I'll pick you up at seven."
"You want me to be your date?"
"The invitation says plus one." He says it like it's the most natural thing in the world, which, this - her and Josh, on a date, or a whatever - is not. She presses her lips together.
"So, pretty much I'm just a backup? In case you couldn't find anyone better?"
"I just meant - it's a party. I thought you'd have fun."
"I don't have shoes."
"You have plenty of shoes." He sighs, and she can almost hear the internal struggle. "Fine. I'll buy you shoes."
"What shoes?"
"Any shoes you want! Those shiny ones, with the heel, and the -"
"It's a deal."
It takes him a minute to register, and he blinks at her. "What?"
She smiles. "It's a date."