J. Edgar Hoover Building (basement office)
12:00 pm, Tuesday
Dana Scully was pissed off. She was pissed off like fuck. Only ten minutes had passed since Ms. Pretty-ass Grace Adler had called her 'Short Bitch'. Nothing pissed Ms. Scully off more than being called short, and what pissed her off even more was the fact that Mulder was having lunch with her! Mulder was her man! This was not good. This was, in fact the worst thing that had ever happened! From that moment on, Dana Katherine Scully was going to plot to kill Grace Adler. That's right. She was going to kill that bitch that had called her short.
Only seconds later, Fox Mulder came walking happily into the room. Scully sat at his desk with a really, really, really pissed off look on her solemn face. Mulder stopped straight in his tracks when he saw how angry she seemed to be. "Scully?" Mulder asked.
"Shut up, you pussy-licker," Scully said, "How could you go out with that bitch?"
"Um. We've only been out once and I just met her. I haven't even called her yet, Scully!" Mulder exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah? You were about to call her, weren't you? Weren't you!" Scully screamed.
"Yeah, I was. I was hoping to get a date for you. She said she lived with." Mulder began.
Scully interrupted, "Can you get me a date?!"
"Um. Sure. Grace works with this woman Karen and she's available," Mulder replied with a snicker.
Scully roared, "FUCK OFF!" and jumped over the desk, tackling Mulder. He screamed like a girl and Scully got up and kicked him in the face. "I hate you."
Mulder lay there with a bleeding nose and a fat lip. He moaned, and wished that he had never met Grace. He had pissed Scully off and now he was going to pay. Scully was about to kill Ms. Adler and now there was nothing to do but moan. Or was there?
Grace's number! Of course! Mulder thought to himself, reaching into his pocket and looking at the number: 555-9884. Painfully, he got up and walked to the phone to dial the number of his sweet Grace.
"Hello. Grace Adler Designs," said a very high-pitched drunken voice.
"Um. Hi. Is Grace there?" Fox Mulder asked.
"Right. Just a sec," the woman replied. Then she screamed at Grace, "HEY GRACE! THERE'S A GUY ON THE PHONE!"
"Hello?" Grace asked excitedly.
"Hey, Grace, it's Mulder," he told her.
"Huh?" she asked him, sort of stunned.
"Oh, sorry, I mean Fox. My friends mostly call me Mulder," he said.
"You mean friends or that short bitch, 'Scully'," Grace inquired. She was really unimpressed with that short, red-haired horny FBI that Fox worked with.
"No, I mean everybody. Even my mom calls me Mulder," Fox replied.
"Ok. Sorry. I didn't mean that in a bad way. Sorry. Next time I'll try to get along with your bitch," Grace said.
Fox laughed, "Hey, ya wanna come to dinner tonight? I'm going to Antonio's Italian Cuisine."
"Sure. What time?" Grace asked, feeling giddy.
"Um. Let's say eight o'clock?" Mulder asked.
"Actually. Sorry. I promised Will I'd get together with him tonight. Maybe tomorrow?" Grace replied.
"Um. Backup. Did you say Will?" Mulder asked, "Is that another man?"
"Well. Yes and no. He's just a friend, so don't get any ideas, but I do live with him," Grace explained.
"Okay, then. Um. I can't come to dinner tomorrow. My next night off is Friday, what do you say?" F. M. asked.
"Err. okay! Friday it is!" Grace exclaimed. And that was that; she had a date for Friday, with a man named Fox Mulder! This couldn't get any better! .But it could get worse.
The next three days, Grace was excited. She was so happy and could barely concentrate on her work. There was happiness everywhere and when Friday finally came she was ready!
Dana Scully was pissed off. She was pissed off like fuck. Only ten minutes had passed since Ms. Pretty-ass Grace Adler had called her 'Short Bitch'. Nothing pissed Ms. Scully off more than being called short, and what pissed her off even more was the fact that Mulder was having lunch with her! Mulder was her man! This was not good. This was, in fact the worst thing that had ever happened! From that moment on, Dana Katherine Scully was going to plot to kill Grace Adler. That's right. She was going to kill that bitch that had called her short.
Only seconds later, Fox Mulder came walking happily into the room. Scully sat at his desk with a really, really, really pissed off look on her solemn face. Mulder stopped straight in his tracks when he saw how angry she seemed to be. "Scully?" Mulder asked.
"Shut up, you pussy-licker," Scully said, "How could you go out with that bitch?"
"Um. We've only been out once and I just met her. I haven't even called her yet, Scully!" Mulder exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah? You were about to call her, weren't you? Weren't you!" Scully screamed.
"Yeah, I was. I was hoping to get a date for you. She said she lived with." Mulder began.
Scully interrupted, "Can you get me a date?!"
"Um. Sure. Grace works with this woman Karen and she's available," Mulder replied with a snicker.
Scully roared, "FUCK OFF!" and jumped over the desk, tackling Mulder. He screamed like a girl and Scully got up and kicked him in the face. "I hate you."
Mulder lay there with a bleeding nose and a fat lip. He moaned, and wished that he had never met Grace. He had pissed Scully off and now he was going to pay. Scully was about to kill Ms. Adler and now there was nothing to do but moan. Or was there?
Grace's number! Of course! Mulder thought to himself, reaching into his pocket and looking at the number: 555-9884. Painfully, he got up and walked to the phone to dial the number of his sweet Grace.
"Hello. Grace Adler Designs," said a very high-pitched drunken voice.
"Um. Hi. Is Grace there?" Fox Mulder asked.
"Right. Just a sec," the woman replied. Then she screamed at Grace, "HEY GRACE! THERE'S A GUY ON THE PHONE!"
"Hello?" Grace asked excitedly.
"Hey, Grace, it's Mulder," he told her.
"Huh?" she asked him, sort of stunned.
"Oh, sorry, I mean Fox. My friends mostly call me Mulder," he said.
"You mean friends or that short bitch, 'Scully'," Grace inquired. She was really unimpressed with that short, red-haired horny FBI that Fox worked with.
"No, I mean everybody. Even my mom calls me Mulder," Fox replied.
"Ok. Sorry. I didn't mean that in a bad way. Sorry. Next time I'll try to get along with your bitch," Grace said.
Fox laughed, "Hey, ya wanna come to dinner tonight? I'm going to Antonio's Italian Cuisine."
"Sure. What time?" Grace asked, feeling giddy.
"Um. Let's say eight o'clock?" Mulder asked.
"Actually. Sorry. I promised Will I'd get together with him tonight. Maybe tomorrow?" Grace replied.
"Um. Backup. Did you say Will?" Mulder asked, "Is that another man?"
"Well. Yes and no. He's just a friend, so don't get any ideas, but I do live with him," Grace explained.
"Okay, then. Um. I can't come to dinner tomorrow. My next night off is Friday, what do you say?" F. M. asked.
"Err. okay! Friday it is!" Grace exclaimed. And that was that; she had a date for Friday, with a man named Fox Mulder! This couldn't get any better! .But it could get worse.
The next three days, Grace was excited. She was so happy and could barely concentrate on her work. There was happiness everywhere and when Friday finally came she was ready!