Which Dress?
"Ma'am, you wanted to see me?" CJ stood at the door of the First Ladies room of the Residence.
"YES! Thank god you are here. I have been trying on dresses for the last hour and i can't pick which god damn one im going to wear tonight.I really hate these parties. Picking out what to wear and doing my hair and makeup to suit everyone else. One day i'm just going to show up in sweatpants and a t-shirt."
"No ma'am, I don't think you would ever do that." Cj smirked at the thought as she spoke.
"I suppose you are right." Abbey sighed in defeat.
"Anyway, the dress." Abbey points to a giant heap of clothing. "I cant decide on what dress to wear so thats where you come in."
"You want to wear me?" CJ's face went pale as she realised what she had just said, but soon laughted it off in hopes of changing the subject.
Abbey laughed along with the younger woman but kept that thought in the back of her mind. *Wearing Claudia Jean could be fun.*
"I really need to decide right now. The party is in less than an hour and i have ten million dresses to choose from and not a god damn one do i want to wear. And ,im stressing out because i have to put on the First Lady act and be all la di da with everyone when really i just want to be me. Can't you understand that Claudia. I just want to have fun and be who I was before Jed became President. But here, here i have to be on my best behavior and have the best attitude. And, we all know that sometimes i get a bit carried away"
"Like the Presidents birthday bash?" CJ grinned from ear to ear remembering how Abbey got a little to drunk and got on top of Jeds table to 'dance for him'
"Alright, we all know what Vodka does to me. I blame whoever gave it to me."
"That would be the President."
"Yeah, he knew i would do that. Jackass."
"Ma'am, i'm sorry to change the subject, but i do need to get back to the office soon."
"Oh right right. Sorry. So, which dress do you think would look best on me, this black one, or the red one?" Abbey held both up for CJ to see.
"I'd say...how about you just wear nothing. I mean...wait no..ugh...Sorry i need to go." CJ darted out of the Residence without looking back to a flabergasted First Lady.