Title:          No Pie
Author:         Rhonda 
Rating:         R
Disclaimer:     Not mine and never will be.
Spoilers:       100,000 Airplanes, barely
Note:           This is just dialogue, just for fun.
                No plot warning in effect.
                January State of the Union Challenge
Feedback:       Greatly appreciated at   dossett@azalea.net
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Toby:  "There's not any pie in here."

CJ:  "Right."

Toby:  "Actually there's not much of anything in here but warm 
        beer and uh, rice."

CJ:  "Right again."

Toby:  "It's not my fault we're stuck in here."

CJ:  "Right."

Toby:  "Is that all you're going to say?"

CJ:  "Would you prefer I tell you exactly what I think?"

Toby:  "Probably not."

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Toby:  "Do you want another beer?"

CJ:  "No, I think I'm drunk enough."

Toby:  "What does that mean?"

CJ:  "I'm drunk enough not to care we're stuck in a freezer 
      in the basement of the White House."

Toby:  "Actually, it's a cooler, like a refrigerator."

CJ:  "It's not cool in here."

Toby:  "It's broken."

CJ:  "Like the door."

Toby:  "Yeah."

CJ:  "Give me another beer."

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CJ:   "Why does the light work if the freezer's broken?"

Toby:  "Do I look like an electrician?  And, it's a cooler."

CJ:  "I don't care what you call it.  Freezer, cooler, 
      coffin, it's all the same.  I thought the light went off
      when you shut the door."

Toby:  "I think that's just your refrigerator at home. 
        Come on this isn't so bad."

CJ:  "We're missing the party upstairs."

Toby:  "That's my point."

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Toby:  "Why would the White House need all these bags
        of  rice?"

CJ:  "So we would have something to lie on down here."

Toby:  "Makes as much sense as anything, I guess."

CJ:  "Actually with the bags laid out like this, it's more
      comfortable than my bed at home."

Toby:  "I haven't slept in my bed for a week."

CJ:  "Well, the State of the Union speech is done now,
      maybe you can visit it more often."

Toby:  "Visit what?"

CJ:  "Your bed."

Toby:  "What about my bed?"

CJ:  "You're drunk, aren't you?"

Toby:  "Maybe, but don't change the subject.  Have you ever
        thought about seeing my bed?"

CJ:  "Seeing your bed?"

Toby:  "No, sleeping in my bed."

CJ:  "This conversation is giving me a headache.
      What are you talking about?"

Toby:  "Pay attention, CJ.  I'm trying to proposition you."

CJ:  "Okay."

Toby:  "Okay, what?"

CJ:  "Proposition me."

Toby:  "Here?"

CJ:  "What?"

Toby:  "You want to have sex here?"

CJ:  "I didn't say that.  You said you wanted to proposition
      me.  I said okay."

Toby:  "Then why are we still talking?"

CJ:  "What?"

Toby:  "Take off your clothes.  I can do a better job that way."

CJ:  "Ha ha, very funny, Toby.  You really had me going there 
      for a minute."

Toby:  "Most women wait until I'm completely undressed before 
        they laugh."

CJ:  "What are you doing? Toby?"

Toby:  "What do you mean what am I doing?  Can't have sex 
        with your pants on, CJ.  I thought you said you were 
        good in bed?"

CJ:  "Toby, you really are drunk, aren't you?  Put those 
      back on."

Toby:  "You've got great legs.  Have I told you that before?"

CJ:  "Uh, no.  Toby stop that.  You're going to tear them."

Toby:  "You smell good.  I always think you smell so good."

CJ:  "Toby, this is a really bad idea.  Wait, you can't pull on
      them like that."

Toby:  "Why do women wear pantyhose anyway."

CJ:  "Well, I won't be wearing this pair again."

Toby:  "You still have your skirt on.  It's going to get wrinkled."

CJ:  "Toby get off me.  This skirt cost me $150.  You're going
      to rip it.  Wait.  Okay, let me lift up."

Toby:  "Can I take this off or is there a special way to do it too?"

CJ:  "Are you sure about this?"

Toby:  "About what?  Getting this blouse off you?  You bet."

CJ:  "Wait, you just pulled a button off."

Toby:  "Okay, now how does this come off?"

CJ:  "It goes over my head, not down.  Toby, wait, the other
      way.  Okay, that works too, I guess."  

Silence filled the cooler.

CJ:  "What are you doing?"

Toby:  "Looking.  I'm looking at you.  You're incredible."

CJ:  "Come here."

Toby:  "You feel good."

CJ:   "Move up just a little.  Right there."

Toby:  "Do you like that?"

CJ:   "Yeah, but don't mark my neck.  The Press would have 
       field day."

Toby:  "These are bigger than I thought."

CJ:  "This is bigger than I thought."

Toby:  "You thought about my . . ."

CJ:  "Your what?"

Toby:  "Joystick."

CJ:  "You're going to have to prove that one."

Toby:  "I'm always up for a challenge."

CJ:  "Keep talking and I'm going to change my mind."

Toby:  "Do you like that?"

CJ:  "Toby, I'm not a paint by numbers kit, just get on
         with it."

Toby:  "You don't want me to talk?"

CJ:  "When you talk, you stop whatever else you're doing."

Toby:  "No one ever complained before."

CJ:  "Roll over."

Toby:  "What?"

CJ:   "You heard me, move it, Ziegler."

Toby:  "I like being on top."

CJ:  "Tough, now you can talk all you want."

Toby:  "Uh, CJ?"

CJ:  "What?"

Toby:  "I think this is Minute Rice."