***DISCLAIMER***: All "X-Files" elements and references in this story belong to Fox Broadcasting, Chris Carter, and 1013 Productions, and I am making no money from it. ========== Mixed Drinks: Bloody Mary by shannono shannono@iname.com Story, Scully first person Rated PG-13 for a bit of language No spoilers Summary: New Year's Day. Continuation of the series. Scully POV/stream of consciousness. Author's notes: I promised Brandon, so here it is. Somehow I don't think it's quite what he had in mind ... but don't worry; there's more on the way ... Oh, and following in tradition, it's unedited ... [Insert witty disclaimer here] ========== Mixed Drinks: Bloody Mary by shannono Caffeine. I need caffeine. Or maybe a stiff drink. Jesus. I can't *remember* the last time I had a hangover like this. What day is it, anyway? Would someone shut that light off? It hurts. Oh. That's the sun. Uh ... but it's coming from the wrong direction. Where the hell am I, anyway? I'd open my eyes, but they hurt, and I'm kind of afraid to find out, anyway. Maybe the sense of smell will work today. Hmmmm ... dirty socks? ... sweat ... rum ... Rum?? Okay, let's see if those eyes will pry open ... Shit. That didn't help much. I must have left my contacts in last night, 'cause it feels like they're all dried out. Either that, or it's not a hangover. Maybe I'm still drunk. Okay, so close the eyes again. I'll try that later. Let's try the ears next. I'm listening ... nothing. Oh, there's a snore. A snore? From whom, exactly? Oh ... yeah ... now I remember where I am ... Ummm ... yeah, this a waterbed. Must be Mulder's after all. But if the snore is coming from the other room ... then what, exactly, happened last night? Uh, this morning? Okay, Dana, let's take it from the top ... bad party with Mom, bottle of champagne, drive to Mulder's, mix mimosas, watch Dick Clark ... Oh, yeah ... and kiss Mulder. Jesus, how could I forget *that*?? God, it was good. I mean, I always figured he'd be good at it, and we nearly made it to that point, what, five months ago? But the reality is SO much better than the fantasy. Okay, so we kissed. Before midnight, and again after ... and we drank some more, just cutting up with each other, kissing some more ... sharing the drinks ... And things start getting a little fuzzy after that. Well, I'm going to assume sex wasn't on the agenda. I would hope that Mulder wouldn't retreat to the sofa afterwards ... Shit. I hope it wasn't a bust, or I didn't screw up and shove him away. Last time I came close to sleeping with someone, I *did* shove him off me before we were even undressed, and he ended up on the sofa for the night. Some bad associations there. Okay, okay. I'm going to believe the best and think he was just being gentlemanly, not trying to take advantage of me in my tipsy state. Champagne always has gone to my head pretty quickly. I know what I need, but somehow I doubt Mulder has tomato juice in the house. I need a Bloody Mary. That's the best hangover cure ever. Wait a minute. I think I saw some cans in the back of his cabinet ... Jeez, these things are hard to get out of. Off of. Whatever. Let me see if I can slip through here without waking him up ... You'd think with all the weirdos that have stormed in here over the years, he'd be a *little* more alert about people wandering around his apartment. Mmmm ... let's see. In here ... geez, why are all kitchen cabinets designed for people over six feet?? ... uh ... Ah! Unbelievable. An actual, real, can of tomato juice. No wait -- two cans. I wonder if you can make a Bloody Mary with rum? Hmmm ... no ... nope ... a-HA! Found the liquor stash ... such as it is. Guess the rum's still out in the living room, but we've got a lovely little collection of airline bottles here ... and at least a half-dozen are vodka. Now, clean glasses ... oh good, a couple of characters left. Another Marvin, a different design ... and a Minnie Mouse?? I'm not EVEN going to ask. Wonder if he's got any Tabasco? Well, duh; this *is* Mulder after all. Yeah, the bottle's nearly empty and has a nice thick crust around the top, but it'll do. We'll have to live without the celery sticks, though. Even if he happened to have some, I wouldn't trust them. These little bottles really come in handy. No measuring to do. Just dump the cans and the bottles, shake on a little Tabasco, and stir. Mmmm, not bad, if I do say so myself. Now. Do I want to wake him up? And if so, just exactly *how* do I want to wake him up? "Scully?" Darn. Guess I won't get to decide. "Morning, Mulder." He looks like I feel. "Here, drink this. It'll help." No need to turn your nose up, Mulder. "Go on. Drink up." "Scully, is this a Bloody Mary?" "Yeah." "Scully, somehow I think the *last* thing I need is more alcohol." "Trust me, Mulder. Best hangover cure in the world." Yeah, that's it, drink. There, see, that wasn't so bad, was it? "Scully, do I even want to ask where you found the Tabasco?" "It's *your* kitchen, Mulder." "Scully?" "Yeah?" "I have a better idea for a hangover cure." Oh, really? Somehow I think I'm gonna like it ... ==========END==========