Just Desserts...
by:  Taroc@aol.com

	"Oh God," said Scully, almost upsetting her drink.  "Mulder, you promised!"
Puzzled, Mulder turned to see a familiar bald figure bearing down on them
with an overly-large boquet in his hands.  "Scully," he turned back to his
partner.  "I swear, I didn't say anything...."
	"Friend of yours?" asked their guest.
	"No." Scully said flatly.  Mulder reached under the table with his foot and
hooked her purse, dragging it and her gun out of her reach.
	"Dana," cooed Frohike, "you look as lovely as ever, these are for you."
	"Thank you," came the icy snarl from behind the fresias.  Scully kicked
Mulder in the shin trying to retrieve her purse.
	"And your friend is..." he turned to the tall woman seated at the table.
	"Stalker  Wolfseye," she said smoothly.  "A friend of Mulder's."
	"Oh?  Then you're unescorted, Dana?"
	"He went to the men's room."  Scully's heel scraped Mulder's shin a second
time as she thrust a toe into the second handle of her dress purse and the
two engaged in a brief tug-of-war.
	"Are you an Indian?" asked Frohike.
	"Haudenosaunee Native American," Wolfeye corrected sharply.
	"Uh - yes, of course."
	"I was just telling Mulder and Scully about a fascinating new discovery
that's been made on the reservation."  She continued.  "A real conspiracy." 
Frohike's eyes lit up and he immediately offered to escort her on to the
dancefloor.  They made a ludicrous couple.  Wolfeye trotted him twice around
the floor.  They returned to the table where he made gracious excuses, tried
to kiss Dana's hand and fled before he ended up wearing the flowers.
Wolfeye burst out laughing. 
	"What did you tell him?"  Mulder demanded, letting Scully retrieve her purse
so he could rub his injured leg.
	"That George Armstrong custer set up the Seventh Calvary so he could fake his
own death and run off with his Ogala Soiux lover."  She giggled, "and he
swallowed it!"
	"I thought you were a Mowhawk," said Mulder.
	"Yep," Wolfeye grinned.  "I made it all up.  Read him as a fork-tongue
dirt-digger as soon as he walked up.  Redskin pulled wool over white-eyes
good."
	"Stop talking like Tonto," grumbled Mulder.
	"Well, he deserved it," said Scully.
END