Pet My SnowFlake
It was an ordinary June day, nothing special. Clouds filled the sky, threatening to pour water all over the city. Mulder and Scully were at the office working on a progressive Sims game and a summertime crossword puzzle.
"Scully, what's another word for spector?" Mulder asked.
"Spirit, ghost, see-through thing that floats, and thing that doesn't exist." Scully said, more interested in her new computer game.
"So, today is Friday."
"So what?"
"We could go to the beach and have a barbeque." Mulder said flatly.
"Check your weather bug, it's gonna rain. Knowing you, You'd get electrocuted by the damned thunder!" Scully cracked a smile, she could only imagine.
"How about a night on the town? We can go get wasted and blow all our money on the slots. C'mon, it'll be just like Vegas!" Mulder was beginning to get excited.
"Ok, first, we have no money to blow and second," There was a sudden silence for a few seconds. " well, we have no money to blow!" Scully stammered, knowing she had lost this battle, plus, she really did want to go.
"Hey my fiery chicadee! Come gimme a kiss!" Frohike yelled drunkenly. Scully was grinding with another woman on the dance floor while Frohike chased after a forty-something overweight hispanic drag-queen. Scully was wearing a tight, white t-shirt and very short, faded jean shorts. Her eyelids were smeared with jungle green liquid liner and from there to her eyebrow was plastered with light purple eye crayon. On her lips was pastel pink lipstick under three thick coats of lipgloss.
The woman Scully was practically humping was wearing dark blue eye shadow with red eyegloss up to her eyebrows. Her lips were a plum purple which clashed with her lime green, spiked hair. She was wearing a black leather skirt which clung to her ass and a skimpy leather halter that barely covered her breasts.
Mulder had been ready to go to the beach and to go swimming that morning and had worn swimwear under his jeans. In an attempt to take a much-needed piss, he had taken off his pants and staggered out of the girls' bathroom in his hot pink speedo.
Feeling drunk and lucky he eyed Scully who was now all over some nerd who looked more geeky than Langly. He could see her attempting to unzip the nerd's pants with her teeth.
" 'ey man! 'dis is ma girly-twoshoes. Jack, uh, back off." Mulder sputtered.
"Hey Mul'er.." Scully stumbled, spilling her tenth ice cold beer on Mulder's not quite dry speedo, those women were really getting to him.
"Woah! That's col'. My balls is gonna shrink into snowflakes!"
"I love snowflakes!" Scully squealed at the thought of a winter day, building snowmen with carrots for certain non-PG13 parts.
"Wanna pet them?" Mulder exuberantly asked.
"Nah, I prefer to catch them on my tongue. Why would I pet something so yummy to eat? Besides, if you touch them they'll melt, silly." Mulder broke into a cold sweat as he quickly pulled his hand out of his speedo in fear that his snowflakes would melt.
It was an ordinary June day, nothing special. Clouds filled the sky, threatening to pour water all over the city. Mulder and Scully were at the office working on a progressive Sims game and a summertime crossword puzzle.
"Scully, what's another word for spector?" Mulder asked.
"Spirit, ghost, see-through thing that floats, and thing that doesn't exist." Scully said, more interested in her new computer game.
"So, today is Friday."
"So what?"
"We could go to the beach and have a barbeque." Mulder said flatly.
"Check your weather bug, it's gonna rain. Knowing you, You'd get electrocuted by the damned thunder!" Scully cracked a smile, she could only imagine.
"How about a night on the town? We can go get wasted and blow all our money on the slots. C'mon, it'll be just like Vegas!" Mulder was beginning to get excited.
"Ok, first, we have no money to blow and second," There was a sudden silence for a few seconds. " well, we have no money to blow!" Scully stammered, knowing she had lost this battle, plus, she really did want to go.
"Hey my fiery chicadee! Come gimme a kiss!" Frohike yelled drunkenly. Scully was grinding with another woman on the dance floor while Frohike chased after a forty-something overweight hispanic drag-queen. Scully was wearing a tight, white t-shirt and very short, faded jean shorts. Her eyelids were smeared with jungle green liquid liner and from there to her eyebrow was plastered with light purple eye crayon. On her lips was pastel pink lipstick under three thick coats of lipgloss.
The woman Scully was practically humping was wearing dark blue eye shadow with red eyegloss up to her eyebrows. Her lips were a plum purple which clashed with her lime green, spiked hair. She was wearing a black leather skirt which clung to her ass and a skimpy leather halter that barely covered her breasts.
Mulder had been ready to go to the beach and to go swimming that morning and had worn swimwear under his jeans. In an attempt to take a much-needed piss, he had taken off his pants and staggered out of the girls' bathroom in his hot pink speedo.
Feeling drunk and lucky he eyed Scully who was now all over some nerd who looked more geeky than Langly. He could see her attempting to unzip the nerd's pants with her teeth.
" 'ey man! 'dis is ma girly-twoshoes. Jack, uh, back off." Mulder sputtered.
"Hey Mul'er.." Scully stumbled, spilling her tenth ice cold beer on Mulder's not quite dry speedo, those women were really getting to him.
"Woah! That's col'. My balls is gonna shrink into snowflakes!"
"I love snowflakes!" Scully squealed at the thought of a winter day, building snowmen with carrots for certain non-PG13 parts.
"Wanna pet them?" Mulder exuberantly asked.
"Nah, I prefer to catch them on my tongue. Why would I pet something so yummy to eat? Besides, if you touch them they'll melt, silly." Mulder broke into a cold sweat as he quickly pulled his hand out of his speedo in fear that his snowflakes would melt.