Big Mistake, Molly

Author's Note: Yeah, another one. I like doing these; they're fun to write.

Anyway, what happens when Molly & Cavennaugh go on a date on some down time? It can't be good..

Disclaimer: I don't own Threshold (pretty damn obvious, lol.) If I did, I'd hire some great screen writers and make sure it stayed on for a long, long time. :)

"So, what do you want to order, Sean?" Molly asked as she flipped through her many-leafed menu. "Everything here looks so.. edible."

Cavennaugh cocked an eyebrow at his date. "Edible?"

"I couldn't think of anything else to say." She folded her hands across the table and batted her eyes, giving him an encouraging smile. "I'll eat what you eat."

"Well," Cavennaugh replied, going slightly red-faced, "I wouldn't mind the sea-food platter. That sounds.. edible."

Molly gaped at him defensively. "Don't be a meanie." She pouted at him which rose a stifled giggled from the free-lance soldier. She smiled back, knowing full and well she'd gotten the reaction out of him she wanted.

"Sea-food platter. I haven't eaten seafood in a long while, after that whole-"

"On second thought, I don't think I want the seafood platter." Cavennaugh forced a smile through tight lips at the waiter who addressed their table.

"'Ello, monsieur! What would you and ze pretty lady like to ordere?"

Cavennaugh eyed the menu for awhile. "We'll have two cheeseburgers, please."

This time, it was Molly's turn to cock an eyebrow. It was a fancy restaurant, for cryin' out loud! You don't order cheeseburgers from fancy restaurants! That was the first rule on dating someone like Molly. She bounced her well-teased, curly brownish-black hair in mock superiority. Yes, Molly was sophisticated, Molly was-

"Just gettin' something quick so you can go back to dancing to your J-music." Cavennaugh teased.

Molly stopped bouncing her hair. She gaped widely; that was very rude of him to say something like that! Caffrey put her hands on her hips and stared at him incredulously. "Meanie!"

"What's up with you and the child-act? Is this what you normally do on first dates?'

Molly flitted her eyes as though keeping a huge, life-changing secret from him. "It's what we women do, Sean. But you shall never understand a woman, shall you? No, no. You will never."

Cavennaugh shrugged, making Molly gape again. She wanted him to blush a little! He was so cute when he blushed!

"Mm, fantastique!" Molly announced after her third glass of wine. "I think I'm slightly hammered. Ooh, woozy."

Cavennaugh snorted into his coca cola. He was so used to Molly acting cool headed, very mature; this whole evening she'd been acting like she had unloaded the contents of an entire six pack of beer.

"Do you want to go home now, Caffrey?" Cavennaugh asked in concern as she swerved slightly on her chair and caught herself before she fell face first onto the floor. "You're drunk."

"No, no I'm not. I.." She smiled at him foolishly. "I just wanted you to know.. That I love ya, man. I really love ya." Her speech was excessively slurred and a stupid grin was on her face. She tried to bat her eyes but they were so heavy-lidded, she looked like she was attempting to force something out of them. "I love ya.. Calfanauffa.. Ooh, dizzy."

Cavennaugh lifted her up from the seat and carried her all the way to his vehicle, rousing the attention of nearby passer byers. Yeah, great way to direct unwanted attention to us, Molly, he thought as she emitted a loud, silly groan at the sight of his car.

"Cavennaugh, are you taking me home wiff youu? You naughty boy.. You naughty.. Yes you are!" She slapped him playfully on the shoulder as he crawled in beside her. "Oh, is this where we kiss? Or where I take off my skirt?"

"Molly!" Cavennaugh groaned. "I'm gonna get you home now. You're seriously wasted!"

She giggled again. "Uh huh.. You're a naughty boy.. Yes you is.. Ugh.."

It was then she emptied the contents of her churning stomach into the passenger side of his precious vehicle.

End note: Molly drunk.. Yeah, she's gonna feel THAT in the morning. Poor Molly and her hangover. LOL. C'mon, it can happen. I know, I know; she's seriously out of character, but that's the fun of parodies; you don't have to stay 100 correct.. Or in this case.. 50 smiles worryingly Hee.. Don't kill me please! I'm fragile!