Okay, a random idea I thought of while watching the movie 'Something Borrowed`. This is going to be a 5-parter (for those who have read my other stories, I actually mean it this time :P) So enjoy and review everyone!
P.S. This is a rather small, kind of prologue-ish chapter. Stay tuned for when the fun stuff begins :)
Chapter 1: Flattery & Birthdays
Friday Night – 7:00 p.m.
"I still can't believe that you want to celebrate your 39th birthday in a bar!" Scully cried as the two FBI Agents entered the restaurant/bar across the street from the J. Edgar Hoover building. Mulder just shrugged as the two headed towards bar, where people were already beginning to gather.
Which isn't too much of a shock; it was after all already 7 p.m. on a Friday night.
"No, seriously Mulder. I don't know about you, but on my birthday I like to hang out in front of the fire, have a cup of wine, read a book or hang out with my family and friends. You on the other hand—"
"To be totally honest Scully, I'd rather be with you here then at my place all alone." Mulder said seriously, making Scully roll her eyes. Him and his flattery…
"What, so you rather be with me drinking booze then sitting at home reading Celebrity Skin?" Scully teased with a raised eyebrow, leaning against the bar counter.
"Of course." Mulder scoffed. He could think of many other snarky remarks of course, but they all led to a smack in the head from his feminist partner. So he settled with saying the truth.
"But isn't that a direct violation to the pervert code?" Scully asked with a teasing smile. Despite the fact the joke was as his expense, Mulder was happy to see she was loosening up and having fun. He was also especiallyhappy to see that smile of hers.
"Nope. It's not a direct violation as long as there's some possibility of some…touching…with the other individual." Mulder said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Scully just scoffed and gave him her best 'You wish' face.
"Relax Scully; I'm just messing with you. Now go get us a good table near the back—" Scully gave him a raised eyebrow, "for privacy, so we can talk in peace." Scully gave him another look (this time it said 'Yeah, right'), but she did what he asked.
A minute later, Scully found the perfect spot; it was a tiny table, made for two but big enough to fit multiple empty glasses. It had a the perfect amount of light (bright enough to see each other but low enough so it made them look like a couple—which makes people leave them alone) and it was near enough to the door for a quick getaway but far away enough so they won't feel the fall chill every time the door opens.
Scully sat down thankfully, happy to get off her feet, and took off her jacket to show off her new white blouse. She was relieved it was finally Friday; it was a tough week and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and snooze all of Saturday away.
But it was Mulder's birthday and since she hadn't exactly prepared anything for him, the least she could do was buy him a couple of rounds of his favourite alcohol.
…Wait a minute…where is Mulder with his couple of rounds of his favourite alcohol?
She twisted around to look at the bar and her eyes practically popped out of her head at what she found. It wasn't at the fact that somehow the crowd had doubled since they'd entered the bar 5 minutes ago, or the fact that Mulder was just getting his drink…but that there was this (how was Scully to describe this woman yet still remain a lady?)…busty woman, practically ogling her partner! The woman was eyeing Mulder like a coyote would eye her prey.
How can Mulder not notice that? Scully thought is shock as her partner didn't even pass a glance at the little sl—woman at the bar? Who's obviously all alone and looking for a good time? He obviously just hasn't noticed her yet, Scully thought, I mean, Mulder would totally eat her up—excuse my pun—and spit her out.
"You alright?"
Scully gasped and looked up to see Mulder standing before her, his beer in one hand and her white wine in the other. He was looking concerned—which makes sense since she'd been staring into space with her mouth open like a dead fish.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine."
Mulder gave her a look (the same look she gave him before going to find a table) but let her have her way and handed her her drink.
"Thanks Mulder. I can't believe you remembered my drink." Scully said, quickly changing the subject.
"Well, duh. I mean, what, we've known each other…6 years?" Mulder said with a roll of his eyes, sitting down and taking a sip of his beer.
"True." Scully said, taking a delicate sip of her wine.
This was going to be an interesting night.
