"Do you remember Mick?" Carol asks around a bit of chocolate cheesecake.

Donna laughs as an image comes to mind. "Wasn't he the one with the bowling shirts?"

"Yes! I can't believe I dated him for four days, nevermind four months."

Donna pauses, fork halfway to her mouth. "Well, he was sort of cute, if you could ignore the wardrobe."

"And the hair!" Carol groans. "What was I thinking?"

"Hey! Mussed hair can be very attractive," Donna protests. A blush creeps up her neck and she hastily adds, "Did you two even have anything in common besides great sex?"

Carol laughs. "No. He had no clue what it is I did at the White House. He thought a lid was something you put on Tupperware." She scoops up some more cheesecake. "So what about you? Who was your worst? Todd? Or was it Tim?"

This time it's Donna's turn to groan. "Todd. Don't remind me. It was the worst two nights of my life. And the only reason I agreed to go on the second date was because Josh was so violently against it."

Carol clucks at her sympathetically. "Hey, we all make mistakes. Look at what a fool I made of myself over Ben. Ben! What was I thinking? I would have been miserable with a kind-hearted mountain man like him."

Donna finishes her cheesecake and then looks over at Carol. "You know what we really need to go with this conversation? Alcohol."

Carol nods. "Your place, mine or the bar over on Wisconsin?"

"The place over on Wisconsin," Donna answers. "Just let me go grab my coat and stuff."

Carol catches a glimpse of red hair and flannel shirt in her peripheral vision and waves Donna off. "Yeah. In fact, why don't you go on ahead? I have one small thing I need to finish up here and then I'll meet you there."

Donna frowns a little. "You're sure?"

"Yeah. It'll be five, ten minutes tops." Carol watches as Donna goes and then gets up and heads for the staircase leading to the pressroom. Maybe her days of making bad choices aren't over yet, but at least she's having a hell of a time enjoying them.