Drunken Beauty
Flexis
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He got the call at 3:12 in the morning.
He knew it was Scully before he picked up the phone.
His heart quickened its pace.
"Mulder"
"Muller?"
She was drunk.
"Where are you?"
A soft moan.
"Muller, the room spins."
"Yes, I know it does."
"You come get me?"
"Just lead the way"
The silence is too long.
"Muller..I-I don't know where I am."
He sighs, jaw clenches.
"You are at a bar?"
She hums.
"Yes, Yes, a bar."
"Let me speak to the bartender"
The bartender eyes the redhead warily before pulling the phone from her outstretched hand.
"Yeah, Mark here"
"I need to pick up my partner, where are you?"
He gave the directions.
Mulder already knew the way.
He walked in, scanning the crowd for her hair.
His heart thudded at the sight.
Areas of her legs he had never seen.
The snake on the small of her back.
Hair piled up high, tendrils snaking around her face.
Beauty, drunken beauty.
He approached her slowly, sizing up the severity of intoxication.
Her eyes lazily move to his.
She is all smiles.
He can't help but smile back.
"I knew you'd come"
"I knew you'd wait"