LJ Mood ficlet-a-thon: Quixotic, TWW
So I've decided to do a LJ Mood ficlet-a-thon. Basically I'm going to be writing little ficlets for the LJ moods. It's just that I hate posting WIP, but I like posting things and I love writing, so I will now occasionally be posting little ficlets. This is my first one.
Title: Too Many Votes and Too Much Alcohol
Fandom/Pairing: The West Wing, pre-administration; Gen., v. mild J/D
Word count: 477
LJ Mood: Quixotic
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. No infringement intended.
"Quixotic comes from Don Quixote, right?" Sam asks suddenly.
They had won the Rhode Island primary some hours ago, and C.J., Toby, Sam, and Josh have now lost count of their beers. Donna still keeps track, if only to keep Josh from passing out on her bed and waking up thinking something must have happened between them. She’s smiling with a bit of a twinkle in her eyes. The eyes around her are a little glazed over and a little wild, fueled on too many votes and too much alcohol.
"Yes, Sam. Quixotic comes from Don Quixote. Gold star for you," Toby mutters.
Josh giggles then covers his mouth like he didn’t mean to.
Sam looks at Toby quizzically. "Then shouldn't it be pronounced key-ho-tic?"
C.J. snorts and beer comes out of her nose. Toby raises an eyebrow and the rest laugh at her. Donna hands her a napkin.
"What?" C.J. laughs. "He’s ridiculous."
"Hey!" Sam says, hurt.
"Oh, Spanky, come on. Key-ho-tic?"
"It makes sense!"
Josh giggles again.
"Sam, do you pronounced Toledo, Ohio, Toh-lay-doh?" Toby asks.
"Oh. No."
"So why are you invoking Spanish pronunciation on quixotic?"
"Hm." He thinks for a moment. "I don’t know. Do you think I should ask the Governor?"
"No!" his companions shout together.
They were all pulled in by Jed Bartlet’s magnetism, but they all also had quickly learned to avoid talking to him about Latin, word origins, former popes, Jefferson, Jackson, Lincoln, Churchill, the Great Schism, or virtually any miniscule European war. Sam still had young optimism in him that made him sit at the Governor’s feet like a child listening to a grandparent. The rest of them would roll their eyes and try to sneak out of the room.
"The idea that Toby isn't going to kill someone by the end of this is key-ho-tic," C.J. says suddenly.
Toby gives her a withering glare but she beams at him and all those teeth make it hard to be mad at her.
"The idea that I could keep this job and Josh wouldn't fire me was key-ho-tic, but it’s working out okay," Donna says.
"I've fired you three times."
"I'm impervious."
"The idea that the two of you won't get caught red-handed and half-naked before this thing is over is key-ho-tic," Toby says. Pronouncing it that way is actually hard for him.
Josh and Donna blush and he sips at his water. After his last beer she had shoved the glass in his hand and ignored his arguments.
"The idea that we are going to win this election is key-ho-tic," Josh says and yawns.
"Just because it's key-ho-tic doesn’t mean it won't happen," Sam replies.
Maybe there can never be too many votes or too much alcohol.
When Josh wakes up in Donna's bed, wild-eyed confused, she thinks maybe just the former is true.
Title: Too Many Votes and Too Much Alcohol
Fandom/Pairing: The West Wing, pre-administration; Gen., v. mild J/D
Word count: 477
LJ Mood: Quixotic
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. No infringement intended.
"Quixotic comes from Don Quixote, right?" Sam asks suddenly.
They had won the Rhode Island primary some hours ago, and C.J., Toby, Sam, and Josh have now lost count of their beers. Donna still keeps track, if only to keep Josh from passing out on her bed and waking up thinking something must have happened between them. She’s smiling with a bit of a twinkle in her eyes. The eyes around her are a little glazed over and a little wild, fueled on too many votes and too much alcohol.
"Yes, Sam. Quixotic comes from Don Quixote. Gold star for you," Toby mutters.
Josh giggles then covers his mouth like he didn’t mean to.
Sam looks at Toby quizzically. "Then shouldn't it be pronounced key-ho-tic?"
C.J. snorts and beer comes out of her nose. Toby raises an eyebrow and the rest laugh at her. Donna hands her a napkin.
"What?" C.J. laughs. "He’s ridiculous."
"Hey!" Sam says, hurt.
"Oh, Spanky, come on. Key-ho-tic?"
"It makes sense!"
Josh giggles again.
"Sam, do you pronounced Toledo, Ohio, Toh-lay-doh?" Toby asks.
"Oh. No."
"So why are you invoking Spanish pronunciation on quixotic?"
"Hm." He thinks for a moment. "I don’t know. Do you think I should ask the Governor?"
"No!" his companions shout together.
They were all pulled in by Jed Bartlet’s magnetism, but they all also had quickly learned to avoid talking to him about Latin, word origins, former popes, Jefferson, Jackson, Lincoln, Churchill, the Great Schism, or virtually any miniscule European war. Sam still had young optimism in him that made him sit at the Governor’s feet like a child listening to a grandparent. The rest of them would roll their eyes and try to sneak out of the room.
"The idea that Toby isn't going to kill someone by the end of this is key-ho-tic," C.J. says suddenly.
Toby gives her a withering glare but she beams at him and all those teeth make it hard to be mad at her.
"The idea that I could keep this job and Josh wouldn't fire me was key-ho-tic, but it’s working out okay," Donna says.
"I've fired you three times."
"I'm impervious."
"The idea that the two of you won't get caught red-handed and half-naked before this thing is over is key-ho-tic," Toby says. Pronouncing it that way is actually hard for him.
Josh and Donna blush and he sips at his water. After his last beer she had shoved the glass in his hand and ignored his arguments.
"The idea that we are going to win this election is key-ho-tic," Josh says and yawns.
"Just because it's key-ho-tic doesn’t mean it won't happen," Sam replies.
Maybe there can never be too many votes or too much alcohol.
When Josh wakes up in Donna's bed, wild-eyed confused, she thinks maybe just the former is true.