A/N: *chirp* *chirp* Either you all hate it or it's SO amazing that my readers are wordless! I'll choose the believe the latter... Just wondering if I should keep going? Here's chapter two! Heck I may just get all of the chapters up today whether or not anyone actually reads it!


A knock alerted Scully that Mulder had arrived. She checked her watch. 8:26pm. Late, yet early! she thought, opening the door to let her friend into her apartment.

Mulder gave her a big smile as he entered. She gave him a quizzical look. He answered by showing her that he had brought a box of wine with him.

"Boxed wine, Mulder?" she laughed.

"What can I say, I'm classy like that," he told her, setting the box on the counter.

Scully was thankful that tomorrow was Saturday. She just knew that the box o' wine had a hangover ready and waiting for her.

"I'm not quite sure whether or not to be impressed. You're early, for you, and you brought something... even if it is a five dollar box of merlot. How thoughtful, Mulder."

"I'm competing with flowers now to keep your attention. I thought that wine was a good answer to flowers," he told her, removing his jacket and tossing it into a chair.

Scully was always good at blocking Mulder's cheesy pick-up lines and sexual innuendos, but she had a hard time when he sounded so serious. So, she just ignored the comment and pulled two stemless wine glasses down from her cabinet.

Mulder immediately took the glasses from her. "Allow me, madamoiselle," he said in a pathetically bad french accent. He filled both glasses halfway with the cheap wine. He swirled his glass around, took a comically big sniff of the liquid, and then quickly took a dainty sip. "Not too bad! For boxed wine..." he admitted.

He handed Scully her glass. She kept her eyes on him as she took a small sip. She immediately started sputtering and couching.

"Really?" Mulder asked. He sounded worried and put his glass down to put that, now free, hand on her back.

When Scully felt the warmth of his touch, she stopped coughing and a small smile crept to her lips. "Gotcha," she said calmly, though she inched away from him.

"You little-" he began, as he quickly reached for her; however, his hand knocked into her glass, spilling the red liquid down the front of her suit. Luckily, she was wearing her navy blue suit today.

Mulder immediately stopped and covered his mouth with his hands. He was desperately trying to keep his laugh inside. He didn't want to piss off prim and proper Scully. However, he wasn't sure if he would be more terrified if she was furious or if she started to cry. I can't handle crying, he decided to himself.

Surprisingly enough, Scully started laughing. So he let himself laugh as well.

"Th-the look on your face!" she laughed. "It's okay, Mulder, I've had worse on me!" she told him, grabbing a small dishtowel.

"I bet..." he said looking her up and down.

"Stop being perverted," she told him and tossed him the dishtowel. "Clean this up," she added, pointing to the wine on the floor. "I'm going to change."

Mulder grinned and dropped the towel onto the wine on the floor and began to wipe with his foot. Scully headed to her bedroom. It took no time for either of the to clean up. Scully returned wearing black yoga pants and a thermal baby blue top.

Look at those curves! She'd put the Formula One Grand Prix to shame! he thought.

"We have about ten more minutes before the food is ready," she informed him, completely oblivious to Mulder's wandering eyes. She began to refill her half-empty glass.

He tore his eyes away from her body, downed the rest of his wine, and joined her to get a refill.

"Want to play a game?" he asked.

Scully looked at him skeptically. "What kind of game?" she asked dryly. "I'm not removing any clothing items!" she warned him.

"Scully! What kind of a man do you take me for?" he clutched his chest where he believed his heart would be. She crossed her arms and stared at him, giving him a knowing look. "Okay. Okay, you're probably wise for that provision. But no worries, clothes are optional..."

"Mulder..." she sighed. "Clothes are obligatory," she told him.

"I'm just teasing you, Scully. Clothes have nothing to do with it," he said, leaning on the counter. "Have you ever played 'I Never'?"

"No..."

"What? How long were you in med school? And you never played?"

"Can you hear yourself? Med school, Mulder. I was in medical school! I was way too busy dissecting corpses to play games!"

"Well, I played it loads of times while in psych school. Then again, I guess we cared what was on the minds of men..."

Scully sighed, giving into his request for playing a game. "How do we play?"

"Well," Mulder began, "we each have a drink," he lifted his in a sort of 'cheers' to her, "one of us states a fact. Like... I've never had a secret admirer send me flowers. So, you drink, because you have. Understand?"

"I think so. If you have done whatever ever action is in question, you drink. If not, you do nothing?"

"Correct. I always knew you were a quick learner, Scully," he said brightly. "But I must add another rule to the game. If I, for example, what you to elaborate on an affirmative answer, then you must enlighten me. However, if you refuse to go on, all you have to do is take another drink, and I have to drop my search for your truth."

Scully rolled her eyes, but agreed to the game. She began to rack her brains with questions for Mulder as she took their dinner out of the oven. Mulder already had questions on his mind; however, he was sure that she would NOT be answering them. He downed another glass of wine in no time, and he helped Scully plate up their dinner. Soon the game was to begin!