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Scully, Where's My Car	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: S through Z > X-Files Views: 1019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                   I sit back against Hammer's couch, barely touching my ribs, and catalogue all of the information that I have just received. The case is solved. The proof of the cultists taking advantage of braindead, hopped on exstacy kids explains the clues to the mysterious disappearances. I also know why Scully and I don't remember anything. Exstacy in the punch we drank when we first arrived killed any memory of last night. How ironic that Scully thought the punch was the safest bet. Plus the major alcohol consumption, not to mention drops of mescaline, and use of marijuana all must have contributed to our memory loss immensely. I laughed out loud at Scully's table dancing, and began to muse on the fact that Scully and I were acting just as, if not more so, crazy as this insane partying bunch of people.
                   However, the scenes that had the most effect were the ones of Scully and I all over each other. Everyone else was too busy yukking it up over Spacejew and Nicole's commentary, but I looked over at Scully during that first scene and her face mirrored mine in embarrassment and confusion.
                   Not that I'm confused about what we did, don't get me wrong, but now; well, now we've both seen it all with our own two eyes. Cold hard proof that we did that horizontal lambada. It. The freak-nasty. Call it what you will, but we did it and now I have *no* idea how to proceed.
                   The rest of the group is still laughing about what they just watched, "Dude!" Nicole hollers, passing Jimmy a bowl, "That rocked! I mean, it was cool living it and all, but when you see it in a not-as-wasted point of view, it RULES!"
                   "For sure, dude. We should use it for our cable access show." Pepper chuckles a bit.
                   "Yeah, dude!" Nicole agrees, emphatic.
                   "Hey, do those suck, man?" Hammer asks me, indicating my ribs which at the most have just been picked at.
                   "No, actually, they're really good." I answer, and I'm not lying, either, "I've just been otherwise occupied." I glance over at Scully, lounging against Pepper on Hammer's floor, sitting on pillows with their backs against the loveseat. I take a bite of my ribs, "MMMMMMmmmm, so good." I growl out. This appeases the rock of a man, and he nods and heads for the kitchen.
                   "Hey yo, I think it's time to roll the after-dinner splif. Word?" Freddie speaks up, tossing his last empty rib on his plate, "Hammer, those ribs were the buttnaked bizzy bomb."
                   "Thanks, man. Hey, I'll grab my papers for ya if you need them." Hammer says, Jimmy nodding, so he reaches in the first cabinet from the kitchen entryway and pulls some out.
                   "That's what I'm talking about." Pepper agrees, nuzzling her chin on top of Scully's head.
                   This is another thing I can't quite get over. Scully's so comfortable with Pepper. The Scully I know would be visibly apprehensive about a woman practically climbing all over her and periodically sucking her tonsils out of her mouth, but this woman that I see before me has done nothing but reciprocate. It's turning me on immensely. Plus, I'm *so* high. They want to roll *another* splif? Holy Christ, man. The added effect of the marijuana is only making me more excited. I don't know how much of this I can take. Luckily, I have a distraction now, because the lovely Dorothy has just crawled into my lap, handing me a beer as she puts my half-finished plate of ribs on the coffee table.
                  "You don't mind, do ya, Beerbong King?" she states, taking another sip of her Little King's Malt Liquor.
                  Hmm, let's see: The love of my life is currently making out with another equally hot redhead in my eyeline, and a version of Botticelli's Venus has just crawled into my lap, drinking a beer. No, I don't think I mind. Somehow, "Ultimate Male Fantasy" bursts to mind.
                  "It's cool." I answer nonchalantly.
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                   I can't believe I acted that way. I would be embarrassed, however, since Mulder and I are being heralded on high by this particular group of people for our actions, I'm not minding as much. Plus, I'm very high. And Pepper is being quite attentive. I haven't felt this much adoration in... well, I've never felt this much adoration in my life, really. It's nice after a seven-year dry spell to have someone not being able to keep their hands off you. Especially someone as pretty as Pepper.
                   The video blew my mind. It was so odd watching Mulder and I acting in such a bizarre manner, especially if you don't remember acting that way in the first place.
                   He said that he loved me.
                   I heard it distinctly in the scene where Mulder and I began our night-long joining of mouths on the inflatable chair. Wow. The mind boggles.
                   I don't precisely know what to do about this information, and being that Mulder and I are otherwise occupied with two gorgeous females, I'd say right now the point is moot.
                   Yes, I am jealous that Dorothy is sitting in his lap. You would be, too. She's unbelievably beautiful. But Pepper's hand is lazily stroking my neck right now as I lean into her ample bosom, so really, I can't be *that* jealous. It wouldn't be fair.
                   Besides, I have a feeling right now that what I'm doing is driving him fucking nuts. How utterly hilarious. I chuckle to myself out loud, and I can feel Pepper smile against the top of my hair, "Does that tickle?" she asks, fluttering her fingertips down the back of my neck.
                   "That does." I answer, giggling.
                   Freddie and Nick complete the huge after-dinner J and hand it to Pepper to start it up.
                   "Pepper's status makes her the first to spark." Bubbles comments.
                   "Your *status*?" I ask Pepper, lifting my head up to look at her.
                   She sparks the joint and nods, smiling as she holds in her hit, "According to Hammer," she starts, blowing out her hit and immediately clouding the room, "there's not a chick cooler than me, and I have the highest status in Hammer's law."
                   "No one else can argue with that, either," Nick adds, "Pepper rocks."
                   "On ice." Pepper giggles, passing me the joint.
                   "Lakeisha's in a box! A box, damnyouIsay!" Courie laughs, making an invisible box around Lakeshia in a frantic manner while the girl in question chuckles calmly.
                   I try to hit the joint without doubling over and pass it to Angelina.
                   "Hey, have I told you guys about Herbtopia?" Pepper asks, "I know Nicole knows."
                   "Yeah, dude!" Nicole chimes, "We're gonna have our own country!"
                   Mulder laughs, "How would you go about doing this?" he asks, interested.
                   "Well first, after I get all rich and famous or whatever, I'm gonna buy an island and then we'll claim it as our own country and shit and legalize everything." Pepper says emphatically, "It's actually a bit more in-depth than that, but if I told you any more, I would have to kill you." she jokes.
                   "I'm gonna be our Secretary of the Treasury, and Herbman's gonna be our rep for the U.N." Nicole pipes up.
                   "Can you imagine Herbman rolling into the U.N. with a big fat blunt, dude? Our country's gonna rock!" Pepper laughs, throwing her forefinger and pinky into the air.
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