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      Subject: [waffers] Re: Goth chick! (Was: Re: personal problems/Long 
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      Date: Mon, 09 Oct 2000 01:59:22 -0000
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--- Sarah C <cornflakegrl27@hotmail.com> wrote:
> and while we're on 
> apperances, i doubt anyone pictured me as a
> pale goth chick <g>
> 
> ~Sarah
> 

Wahoo!!! Long live pale goth chicks! Mmm, so pretty. Do you prefer 
lace and velvet or pleather and mesh, or do you mix-and-match? 

<Mulder steps onto the scene.> 
Mulder: I wanna be a Goth. 
Raietta: You go right ahead and be one, then. 
Mulder: Okay. <fishes around his dresser for goth clothes. Holds up a 
pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt.> This look good? 
Raietta: I prefer Morticia Addams-type gothwear, myself. 
Mulder: Hmmm. 
<enter Krycek> 
Krycek: Oooohhh, you gonna dress Gothic, today, lover? 
Mulder: I'm trying.
Krycek: Here, lemme help you with that black T-shirt. 
Raietta: Oh, Jesus. 
<time passes> 
Mulder: Ta-daaaa! How do I look? <is wearing black jeans, black
shirt, 
black lipstick, and a dog collar> 
Raietta: Well, you don't look very Goth. You just look depressed. 
Mulder: Hmph!!
Krycek: I think you look wonderful. 
Mulder: <smiles dazzlingly> Thank you, Alex. 
Krycek: I like you all black and sulky and wearing lipstick. And that 
dog collar is giving me ideas. 
Mulder: Good ideas or bad ideas? 
Krycek: Naughty ideas. 
Raietta: Oh, Jesus. 
Mulder: Y'know, Alex, you'd make a fabulous goth boi, yourself. 
Krycek: <purring> Oh, yeah? 
Mulder: Mmm... yes, indeedy. Let's try something, here... 
<time passes> 
Krycek: Hmm. 
Mulder: Well, what do you think? 
<Krycek is looking damn fuckable in a black mesh shirt, silver nipple 
rings, black PVC pants, combat boots from Germany, and a knee-length 
velvet coat. His green eyes gleam seductively from black-kholed 
eyelids.> 
Raietta: Ohh, Jesus. <starts drooling> 
Mulder: Hmph! You make a much better goth than I do. 
Krycek: Oh, please. We just look goth, that's it. Goth isn't just the 
clothes, you know. It's the attitude. 
Mulder: I had sex with a vampire, once. Does that count? 
Krycek: <dangerously> Did you have sex with him before or after we 
started being an item? 
Mulder: He was a she. And yes,it was before you and I got together. 
Kryeck: Well... that's okay, then. 
<enter Scully> 
Scully: There you are, Mulder. Why haven't you been answering your 
cell-phone? I've been trying to contact you for-- oh... my... God.
Mulder: <suddenly nervous> Oh! Uh... hi, Scully. I really wish you
had 
knocked before coming in. 
Scully: This isn't your house. It's Raietta's. She never makes me 
knock. But that's beside the point. What the hell are you doing in 
that goth outfit, and what the hell is Krycek doing here, being a 
goth, too? 
Raietta: This isn't my house. I thought this was Mulder's place.
Where 
the hell are we? 
Krycek: The scene of this little fic was never established. 
Scully: Well, Mulder? <starts tapping her foot impatiently, and pulls 
out her gun> 
Mulder: <sweating profusely> Well, uh, well... you see... well, I can 
explain about Krycek. He's--
Krycek: We're lovers. 
Mulder: Eeep! 
Scully: WHAT?!?!? 
<Mulder quickly hides behind Raietta, who looks suddenly very nervous 
herself. Scully advances on Krycek, who stands his ground> 
Scully: What the FUCK do you MEAN, you're LOVERS!!! 
Krycek: Listen, Agent Scully, just because you scare the shit out of 
Mulder doesn't mean you scare me. Now--
<Scully raises her Smith & Wesson. Raietta decides quick action must 
be taken>
Raietta: Scully! You ever dressed Gothic? 
Scully: <distracted> Only for Halloween, once. 
Raietta: You'd make a kick-ass goth chick, I bet. Wanna join in the 
fun? 
Scully: Hmmmmm.
Mulder: Gulp.
Scully: Well, all right. <holsters her gun> 
<time passes> 
Raietta: DAMN!!! You look fabulous, Scully!
Scully: Why, thank you, Raie. 
<Scully is dressed to kill in a black lace corset, blood-red boa, 
black shiny thigh-high lace-up boots, black fishnets, a long black 
skirt, black elbow-length gloves, some rings, a black collar, 
blood-red lipstick, white face powder, and kholed eyes. She looks 
incredible> 
Mulder: Whoa. I think I'm in love. 
Krycek: Hey! 
Mulder: Just kidding. 
Raietta: Wow. You look way better than Mulder as a goth. 
Mulder: Hmph! 
Krycek: Hey, that's okay, babe, I still think you look delectable. 
Raietta: You look better than Krycek, too. 
Krycek: Hey! 
Mulder: Ha, ha! 
<Scully smiles into the mirror, admiring briefly her gorgeous
get-up.> 
Raietta: Anyone wanna go clubbing? 
Mulder: Okay! 
Krycek: Aren't we all a little old for clubbing? 
Raietta: Who cares! In this imaginary dream world of mine, you're all 
twenty-something! And I'm old enough to drink! 
Scully: Well... 
Raietta: Oh, c'mon. 
Scully: Oh, okay. But only for a while. I have an autopsy to perform 
later tonight.  
Mulder: All right! Let's blow this joint! 
Krycek: I hope we can find a good place to park. 
Scully: Whose car are we taking? 
Raietta: Hey, can we stop by the M/K WAFF house and see if anyone
else 
wants to go? 
Scully: Somehow, I can't imagine anyone wanting to. 
Raietta: Araxdelan would want to go. 
Scully: She's too young. 
Raietta: Not in my happy little dreamworld, she's not. 
Scully: It's a school night. 
Raietta: Oh, whatever. And I bet Aris would wanna come, too. 
Scully: She lives in Hong Kong. 
Krycek: This is the Internet. That doesn't matter. 
Raietta: Oh, come on. At least let's see if Sarah wants to go. 
Scully: She's too young, too. 
Raietta: Oh, for pete's sake. No wonder you drive Mulder insane all 
the time. You shoot everything everyone says down. 
Scully: Do not! 
Mulder: Do so! This is why I have a romantic relationship with Alex, 
and not you. 
Scully: What!?!? 
Krycek: Hey, let's leave me out of this. 
Scully: Mulder, are you insane? He killed your father, for God's
sake! 
Raietta: Oh, hell. We'll never hit the clubs, at this rate... 

THE END! <whew!>