Captain Morgan by Jennifer Farrell
The angels, devils, nuns, nurses, and animals were all well
past drunk at this point. The room was vibrating with
bubbling laughter, horrible music, and the sickening scent
of a perfume department. He pulled at his eye patch again
and tried to loosen up. The room had seemed much bigger
earlier, now the wallpaper was peeling with the heat. He
could see her red hair bobbing in and out of his vision as
he skirted around the drunken masses, his eyes like lasers.
She laughed. At least she was having fun; the room seemed
to be getting hotter every second to him. Then as if on cue
the crowd parted and he saw her, in ER scrubs, laughing at
some joke, her cheeks flushed with the temperature of the
room. He moved toward her, and when he was a few feet away
saw why they had told him not to try. Agent Mulder stared
at him, almost piercing through him, looked down at Scully
and then leaned down and whispered something else that made
her laugh. Agent Mulder smiled at her, then gave him a sly
smile, and turned so that Dana Scully was now out of his
vision.