[To PixieDustBunny, NIIIIICE idea doll!]
It was late. Later than he had been up in a long time. Time away and early morning had made him an advocate of 'early to bed, early to rise.' Now, he was rather happy that he didn't stay up late at night. There was nothing to do. The only thing on was the news, and he wasn't sure if he had the patience to wait for Conan, the only truly amusing late night personality.
Now, Bill Scully reclined in the worn blue recliner. Pissed off. As usual. The finger that was pressing the 'channel up' button was getting sore. He had been channel surfing for fifteen minutes. It was official, there was nothing on. He got up from the seat and dropped the clicker on the seat.
He quickly and quietly made his way into the kitchen and flooded the room in warm, yellow light. He stretched and yawned and padded over to the fridge. His left arm leaned on the door as he peered inside. Leftovers, pickles, yogurt, cheese... leftovers it was. He pulled out the cold chicken and two Bud Lights and went back into the living room.
Like the true American male, he popped the beer open and downed half the bottle before eating the chicken. He wished he was relaxed, but even after two weeks off, he was still high strung and ready to snap.
He pulled the clicked out from underneath him and began clicking again. If something wasn't decided on soon he was going to throw the clicker out the window.
As he blazed through the channels at light speed, he passed over what looked to be his sister, talking with a blonde haired man. Amused at the thought of a new actress that looked like Dana, he flipped back.
It was that new makeover show. The one where they make over the person and their house. With the five guys. The five gay guys. For a man who had never known or seen a gay man, Bill Scully found Queer Eye For The Straight Guy intensely amusing. He settled in a bit more and tore off another piece of chicken.
The program went to commercial with Carson gasping as he looked inside the man's closet. Bill laughed. Poor schmucks and their girlfriends who went onto that show. Pathetic. But Bill was slightly jealous of the guys. They got free duds for their house. They impressed their wives with someone else's money. He chugged the rest of his beer and popped open another one.
The program came back from commercial and Bill Scully was put face to... image of...
Fox William Mulder. Get made over by the Fab 5 and his sister was in attendance. He chocked on his beer. He sputtered it up all over the Navy shirt he was wearing. Standing up, he knocked what was left of the chicken to the floor. He finished his beer however, and dropped that alongside the plate.
His sister, was on Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, with that sorry excuse for a human being? Did that mean... did that mean they were together.
Bill Scully swore at the top of his lungs. He swore and swore and swore.
It was 11:21.
It was late. Later than he had been up in a long time. Time away and early morning had made him an advocate of 'early to bed, early to rise.' Now, he was rather happy that he didn't stay up late at night. There was nothing to do. The only thing on was the news, and he wasn't sure if he had the patience to wait for Conan, the only truly amusing late night personality.
Now, Bill Scully reclined in the worn blue recliner. Pissed off. As usual. The finger that was pressing the 'channel up' button was getting sore. He had been channel surfing for fifteen minutes. It was official, there was nothing on. He got up from the seat and dropped the clicker on the seat.
He quickly and quietly made his way into the kitchen and flooded the room in warm, yellow light. He stretched and yawned and padded over to the fridge. His left arm leaned on the door as he peered inside. Leftovers, pickles, yogurt, cheese... leftovers it was. He pulled out the cold chicken and two Bud Lights and went back into the living room.
Like the true American male, he popped the beer open and downed half the bottle before eating the chicken. He wished he was relaxed, but even after two weeks off, he was still high strung and ready to snap.
He pulled the clicked out from underneath him and began clicking again. If something wasn't decided on soon he was going to throw the clicker out the window.
As he blazed through the channels at light speed, he passed over what looked to be his sister, talking with a blonde haired man. Amused at the thought of a new actress that looked like Dana, he flipped back.
It was that new makeover show. The one where they make over the person and their house. With the five guys. The five gay guys. For a man who had never known or seen a gay man, Bill Scully found Queer Eye For The Straight Guy intensely amusing. He settled in a bit more and tore off another piece of chicken.
The program went to commercial with Carson gasping as he looked inside the man's closet. Bill laughed. Poor schmucks and their girlfriends who went onto that show. Pathetic. But Bill was slightly jealous of the guys. They got free duds for their house. They impressed their wives with someone else's money. He chugged the rest of his beer and popped open another one.
The program came back from commercial and Bill Scully was put face to... image of...
Fox William Mulder. Get made over by the Fab 5 and his sister was in attendance. He chocked on his beer. He sputtered it up all over the Navy shirt he was wearing. Standing up, he knocked what was left of the chicken to the floor. He finished his beer however, and dropped that alongside the plate.
His sister, was on Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, with that sorry excuse for a human being? Did that mean... did that mean they were together.
Bill Scully swore at the top of his lungs. He swore and swore and swore.
It was 11:21.