Chippendales

Staff banter it into snowy street chaos outside Donna's building, Josh's team confronting her leak amid flying snowballs. They pitch Chippendales as raunchy punchline—better spot for undressing than inauguration balls—with imagined thump of bass, stage lights catching oiled torsos, crowds whooping for encores. Jab cuts tension, blending crude laughs with frayed loyalties under D.C. crisis pressure.