(Just a spinoff on the Piper Maru Dream Series that I'm in the phase of making)

David and Gillian: The Joint

(Another PM Dream)

There was punk rock blaring from her trailer, and it bugged him. What was wrong with her? She cramped his celebrity style! She was so... different... rebellious. He rolled his eyes and cranked up the new Red Hot Chili Peppers CD. "Ahh," he sighed, and sank back into his leather chair. He closed his eyes and smiled: this was the life. After about five minutes of the blaring Chili Peppers, he heard it: the punk rock was getting louder! "Aargh!!" he cried, getting up off the chair, to crank his music louder still, but before he even got a chance to sit down, the punk rock got even louder! "Damn it!" he cried, but his voice was almost inaudible. He cranked the stereo to the loudest it could go, and shouted, "HAH!" But no one could hear him. He grabbed a beer from the cooler and sat back down. And then... then it got even LOUDER!

He opened the door to his trailer and yelled across to hers, "TURN DOWN YOUR MUSIC!"

But it just got louder.

Finally, he decided to go over there. What else could he do? The rebel's trailer door opened, revealing a smoky haze and a bitter stench of marijuana. He looked around, but couldn't see anything. He waved away the smoke, and saw her sitting there, giggling and smoking a joint beside a Rasta guy.

"Gillian?" he cried.

She just laughed. "Dis is good shit!"

David turned off the music and stared at the two. "What... the... hell..."

The Rasta guy smiled. "We're just chillin, maun. We got a' couple a' dopes here, if ya wants ta join us, maun."

David tried to laugh at it all, and become calm, but... it was just too weird. What was this? Some kind of alternate universe? "I... I think I need a drink..." he muttered.

"No, maun! Try one a' dese! They'll get ya calm, maun!" The African handed David a freshly rolled joint.

The actor slowly took it from Gillian's friend, stuck it between his lips, and lit it.

Well. David William Duchovny had never smoked anything that strong before. His brother had once made him smoke a whole bunch of joints when their parents had left them in charge of the house, but this was crazy compared to that stuff. Between fits of laughter, Dave managed to ask, "Where did you get this stuff?"

"Jamaica, maun," he replied with a quick smile.

"Huh," muttered Dave. He sat down on the couch beside them, and smoked the rest of his joint.

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Piper Maru cried.

Gillian came running into her daughter's room. "Honey, are you ok?"

"I... I dreamt you and David Duchovny were getting high with a Rasta guy!" the girl yelled.

"Oh... umm... Weird," Gill replied. "Uh, just go back to sleep, honey it was all a dream..."

The actress went out to the living room and told David and the Rasta dude to leave. Then she sprayed aerosol to get rid of the smell. The kid would never know.

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