From: "S. B." Date: Tue, 06 Nov 2001 19:39:18 -0700 Subject: A Night in The Pit by Tommy2378 Source: direct A Night in The Pit By: Tommy2378 Classification: Skinner POV, humor? Spoilers: none really, but I guess through season 8 Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just leave my name attached. In the freak chance that you do want it, let me know so I can come visit it sometime. Disclaimers: I do not own these characters (except for Katie I guess). Chris Carter, Fox, 1013, etc. own them. No money is being made from this, please don't sue. Summary: Skinner has an event filled evening at a raucous nightclub, complete with a drunk Scully, an even more drunk Reyes, and {gasp} sex! Feedback: Yes! Please! Send to Tommy2378@hotmail.com A Night in The Pit He didn't want to go but after all that they had been through together, he felt that he at least ought to make an appearance. It was Monica Reyes's birthday and those who knew her were all going to some place called The Pit. He had groaned when he heard this. He hated nightclubs. Too damn noisy and too damn crowded. Oh well, he told himself, he would show, buy her a drink and then bail. Besides, he encouraged himself, Mulder and Scully were supposed to be there. He hadn't seen them in a while and missed them. Ever since William was born, Scully wasn't at work much anymore, and Mulder was of course gone now too. Yes, he decided, he would make a quick appearance and then leave. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Just walking through the doors he could feel the headache beginning. The music was loud, pulsating, and damned obnoxious. It was naturally dark, what light there was was also pulsating. "Walt, you must be getting old," he inwardly sighed, rubbing his temples. Making his way through the throng of party-ers, he finally found Agent Reyes' table in the back corner. He exchanged pleasantries with her and the other agents that had come. It appeared that Mulder and Scully weren't there yet. He bought Agent Reyes a drink and ordered a scotch for himself. Might as well try to get comfortable as long as I'm here he thought. Two bad scotches and much tedious small talk later Mulder and Scully finally showed up. "Bought fuckin' time," he inwardly growled. Scully was positively beaming. And Mulder looked more relaxed than he ever remembered seeing him. "Walter!, how nice to see you, sir!" She put her arms around him and leaned up, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "It is good to see you sir," Mulder said, shaking his hand. "Great place huh," he added with a touch of his patented lighthearted sarcasm. Agent Reyes, by now pretty close to being drunk, came up to Mulder and Scully and put an arm around each of them and loudly suggested that everyone have another round. "In honor of the two most beautiful people I know," she added. He watched as Mulder grinned and nudged Scully and then saw Scully raise her eyebrow and smile a little. So another round it was. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ He hadn't meant to stay this long. No way. But he had a good buzz going. Initially, he had had fleeting thoughts of "what the hell am I doing here," quickly replaced by "go with it and have some fun for once old man." He listened to the second voice. He was actually enjoying himself. As the night had progressed he had witnessed the Bureau's usually well-behaved agents get out of control. It was rather amusing to watch everyone get drunk, no, make that plastered. Everyone except John Doggett that is. He politely had one drink, made small talk with everyone and then had left, about an hour and a half ago actually. Damn the sensible man. He should have left with him. But he was having way too much fun. Right now Reyes was dancing with Scully on top of the table that he and Mulder were sitting at. He wondered how Mulder could not be upset, or jealous, the two women were practically grinding each other. No, he decided, Mulder appeared to be enjoying the show as much as he was. It was rumored that Monica Reyes was a lesbian, but he was pretty sure Scully was not, and was in fact involved with Mulder. Oh well, both women were so drunk, they probably wouldn't remember anything later. Damn, he had to pee. As much as he didn't want to miss any of the women's antics, his multiple scotches were doing a number on his bladder. "Excuse me," he slurred at Mulder, "nature calls." Mulder just nodded, keeping his eyes glued on the women gyrating above him. He quickly realized that the bathrooms were on the other side of the club, and that he was going to have to make his way through the mass of gyrating people on the dance floor to get to them. The dance floor was a large deeply sunken in area, hence the club's name, The Pit. "Here goes," he took a deep breath and climbed down in. Making his way through the bodies, he thought he felt a pair of hands grope his ass. "Well of course you did dummy, you're in the middle of a drunken crowd of writhing people," he thought. No, someone was definitely grabbing his ass. Even in his semi-drunk state, he was still not amused at this intentional violation of his person. He turned around growling, "excuse me, do I know you?" "No, you don't actually," she brazenly replied. She began to grind herself against his leg. "Shit! Her crotch is on my...damn, she looks barely old enough to even be in this place," his mind was yelling. But she was adorable. And damn sexy. Her short, spaghetti-strapped dress was clinging to her little body with sweat. "Have to pee...feels so good...she's too young...shut the fuck up and dance Walt," his mind was screaming. So he did, or rather kind of just stood there while she ground against him. She had turned around so that she was rubbing her ass into his crotch. Well almost, she was short after all. She had her hands again on his ass. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands, but they found their way to her hips. It was then that Scully ran into him. Literally. As the mass of dancing bodies shifted, she was shoved right into him. Guiltily, he moved away from the young girl. Ok, he admitted that he had always had a thing for Scully, and it was now embarrassing to be caught by her in the grasp of another woman. Foolish as it was, he felt awkward and immediately reverted to what he knew best, being a gruff, hard-ass. "Excuse me, I, uh, have to use the restroom," he apologized to his little dance partner. "Me too," giggled the drunken Scully. He took the giddy Agent Scully by the arm and escorted her the rest of the way through the flailing mass and helped her climb up out of "the pit." She stumbled. He caught her as she fell backwards. She was still giggling, trying to say something, but slurring her words so badly he couldn't understand her. Never before had he seen her this out of control. He was unsure of how to respond to her in this unusual state. Good thing he was buzzed himself. He scooped her up into his arms and climbed his way off the dance floor. "My hero," she feigned a swoon and then giggled some more, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Come on Dana," he tried to be stern and set her back down on the floor. Ever authoritative, he told her to hurry up and use the restroom. With an over-exaggerated salute and more giggles, she replied, "yes sir!" After he had relieved himself, he waited outside the women's bathroom until she came out. When she came out she was sobbing instead of giggling. "What the hell? Scully?...," he asked. "Oh don't worry about her sir," Mulder had found them, "she always gets like this when she's drunk." "Hmmm," he growled in reply. "Yep," Mulder said as he wrapped his arms around her, "starts off happy as a clam and then look out, here come the waterworks. She'll be fine. I'm going to take her home now and put her to bed." "It was nice seeing you again sir...Walter...let's get together again soon," he added. And with that Mulder led Scully away towards the exit door. Well, damn, that was that. "Time you get going too old man," the first voice beckoned him. "Ok," he thought, "party's over." He made his way back over to the dance floor; he needed to get back to the other side to get his keys and to tell Monica thank you and goodbye. At the edge of the pit, he let his eyes rove over the intoxicated dancers. Damn, there was that girl again. And she appeared to have spotted him again as well. "Oh shit, here we go again," he thought. He felt his cock twitch as he lowered himself into the pit. He tried to get through the bodies in time so she wouldn't be able to get to him before he climbed out the other side. Nope. She found him. Again, she grabbed his ass. He turned around. "Hi sexy," she purred as she moved up against him, her hands groping him. "Look, I am old enough to be you're father," he said frustrated, even as he felt as surge in his groin. "I know," she throatily replied. He let out his breath in a big sigh of relief, or was it desire. She moved and gyrated against him, and this time, he let his body move with hers. He didn't have any idea how to dance like they did these days, he hadn't danced since the days of disco, but from watching everyone tonight, it didn't seem like you needed to do anything except let your body move with the beat. Again, he wasn't sure why he was allowing himself to do this. Maybe it was his buzz, or knowing that Mulder and especially Scully were no longer there to judge him or to see him make a fool of himself. Or maybe it was because he wanted it. Wanted to feel this young thing move against him. Maybe it made him feel young again, or maybe he just liked the way her little body was making him hard. "Stop rationalizing old man," the second voice rudely interrupted his thoughts. It was then that his little dance partner took the liberty of grabbing at the growing bulge in his dress slacks. "Auhhh," he muffled a growl. "Like that?" she purred in his ear. "Mmmmmm," was all that he could get out. "Come on," she had to shout over the throbbing music, "I know a place." She grabbed his hand and he let himself be led off the dance floor. He started to protest when she moved to open an emergency exit door. "Don't worry. The alarm doesn't work," she grinned wickedly. He didn't allow himself to think about why she knew that, but instead quickly followed her outside, into the ally. She began to unbutton his slacks. "Wait, I can't do this...I don't even know your name," he struggled to get the words out through his labored breathing. "Yes you can. My name is Katie, does that make it better," it was more of a statement than a question. She slipped a small hand into his pants and took a hold of his swollen member, now fully erect. "But...auhhh...I'm old enough to be your...auhhhh...father." "I know, you said that already. Look, I like older men all right. Now can we shut the fuck up and do this..." "Walter, my name is Walter." "Well, lets get it on then Walter." And with that she jumped up on him, putting her legs around his waist. He was shocked to find out that she wasn't wearing any panties and even more shocked and pleased when he realized that he was now completely inside her. He fucked her, or more like she fucked him. When the deed was done, she lead him back inside through the same emergency exit door. She then grinned at him and gave his ass one final squeeze and then skipped off and was lost in the gyrating throng of people. "What the hell was that?" he asked himself, still coming down from his orgasm, "ho-ly shit." He shook his head and headed back up to retrieve his keys. When he reached their table, he saw that Monica was still dancing on it, this time sandwiched in-between some guy and his secretary, Kim. "Good thing you guys won't remember any of this in the morning," he thought. After a brief search, he finally found his keys on the floor underneath the table and cursed himself for being so stupid for leaving them behind in the first place. It was then that Agent Reyes toppled off of the table, and landed squarely on top of him as he was still crouched on the floor. She was too drunk to get up off of him. Instead, she purred, "hi handsome." He moved to get her off of him but she grabbed his arms and held them over his head while she dove for his mouth and began kissing him. He had lost his buzz by now and was absolutely mortified by what was taking place. He wrestled her; she was stronger than she looked, and rolled her over so he was on top of her. By this point they had attracted quite a crowd and people were whistling and egging them on. She was strong, but he was stronger. He got up off her and off the floor and helped her up as well. She was completely inebriated, obviously, and so he grabbed Kim, his secretary and demanded of her that she was to see to it that Reyes made it home safely tonight, or else... "Or else" was an idle threat and Kim probably knew it, but he could leave now knowing that Monica would be taken care of. With that he grimly smiled and waved to dismiss the now uninterested onlookers as he silently prayed that he could just get the hell out of here without anything else happening. It was now really late, or rather, early morning and The Pit's crowd was a lot smaller making the dance floor easier to get across this time. And there she was. Grinding against a man who again, appeared to be much older than she. She caught his eye and winked at him as she grabbed at the man's bulging crotch. He smiled and shook his head and then made his way out of The Pit.