Party Time!

A messy room- beer bottles everywhere, lamp broken, empty plastic cups.

Clinton: Whoo!

Obama: Whoo.

Clinton: That was some party.

Obama: Oh, yeah!

Clinton: (yawn) Well, I guess it's about time.

Obama: Yup.

They both stand there.

Obama: So...

Clinton: Yeah?

Obama: You want me to call you a car?

Clinton: (lighting a cigarette) Huh?

Obama: A car. You know. Cuz it's late and, time for bed.

Clinton: Oh, no thanks.

Obama: Hil, the party's been over for like, two hours now.

Clinton: Yeah! It was awesome! Remember when Rumsfeld totes hit on that tranny?

Obama: Ha! That was funny!!!

Silence. Hillary smokes.

Obama: So...

Clinton: Yeah.

Obama: Ah.

Clinton: You should go.

Obama: Hil, it's my house.

Clinton: Says who?

Michelle: (popping head out door) Baby, time for bed!

Clinton and Obama: Coming!

Obama: Oh, Hil, really?

Clinton: What?

Obama: That's my wife.

Clinton: Not according to Puerto Rico.

Obama: What the hell does that mean?

Clinton: Ask my lawyers, dipshit. (snubs out cigarette). I'll see you in the morning. (lays out on couch and starts snoring loudly)

Obama: (shakes his head, throws a blanket on Hillary and strokes her hair) Goodnight, pumpkin.