Play It All Night Long
"Krycek, you sonofabitch, what the hell was that fucking riddle?"
[hack] [gasp] "Riddle? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Those goddamn lyrics you sent me!"
[cough] "Jesus, Mulder, are you off your admittedly cute nut? I haven't
sent you anything in months."
"But—Ack!"
"What, Mulder, you don't like being slammed up against your door
either? Too damn bad. At least I have a reason."
[various sharp breathing noises]
"Okay, okay. Sorry, Alex. Look—you mean you really didn't send it?"
"Mul-derrr!"
"Okay! Look, grab a beer and I'll show you."
[keyboard clicks]
"That?!"
"Ack! No, sorry, Krycek, that's a couple of photos from a multiple-
incest case a few years ago. Must have hit the wrong command."
"Charming. You sure it isn't your baby pictures?"
"Look, I said I was sorry, okay?"
"Here we go."
"I sure didn't send this, Mulder. Song lyrics. Weird. Let's see,
'Something Fast,' by the Sisters of Mercy."
"Apparently."
"Let's see. Yadda yadda 'always confidential/and hidden,' yadda yadda
'the best of men'—what, Mulder, did you think that was addressed to
you? Yadda 'I don't want to be the last.' What is this song about,
anyway?"
"I have no idea, Ratboy. Don't ask me from song lyrics. I listened to
the whole damn album over and over last night and still couldn't make
any sense of it."
"And you thought it was from me."
"Yeah. I thought maybe it was some sort of code about my sister."
"Oh, geez. No, look, Mulder, if I knew anything about her I wouldn't
play games with it.Why did you think I sent it?"
"It's signed 'Viridian5."
"And?"
"Viridian is green. So are your eyes."
"And 5, Mulder, must be your mental age."
"Or your—um—shoe size."
"Why, Fox William Mulder, I do believe you're suffering from a serious
memory lapse."
"So remind me."
"I don't know if you deserve it, fibbie. You rough me up because some
admirer sends you song lyrics..."
"So? Rough me up; that'd show me."
"Yeah, maybe I should use this song myself, Mulder; slip you 'Something
Fast' and make you beg for 'Mercy.'"
"Oooo!"
[several wet noises]
"Got a good beat; easy to fuck to; I'd give it a 10."
"Give me your 10, damn it, or I'm gonna die of frustration here!"
"10? Mulder, Mulder, Mulder; you told me I only had a 5."
"A-lex!"
Ze Von VIII
by Nonie Rider
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