01/11/2020 The mild-mannered accountant fusschicken is having an existential crises. Everything leading up to this moment was a lie.
In the heart of the mild-mannered accountant fusschicken, there lives a mighty Sound. The Sound is inexorable and inevitable. The Sound says, We Are Here and All Is Well.
The Sound will not be denied. The Sound will not be delayed.
We are here and all is well. W̴e̷ ̵a̷r̸e̴ ̸h̶e̷r̸e̶ ̵a̸n̵d̴ ̵a̶l̵l̶ ̷i̴s̵ ̷w̶e̷l̸l̵ Ẁ̵͜è̶̩ ̶̞̈́ḁ̶̚r̸̤͝ë̸̠́ ̷͈̓h̴̹̆ę̶͒r̶̟̕e̵͔̊ ̷̭́a̵̲͝ṉ̶͠d̶̥͒ ̴̙̈a̴͕̿l̷̨̿l̵̯̚ ̵͖͠i̵̞̅s̵̰̈́ ̸͈̎ẅ̴̳ĕ̸̪l̶͖͝l̴̫̈́
Right around 9pm, she passed the line—or more accurately, tripped over it, from delightfully tipsy to drunk.
Having both agreed, after a tough year—several of their cases in which one or other of them had been maimed and/or nearly killed—they went to the staff Christmas Party. Together. It was Mulder’s idea. Scully, more hesitant. Truth be told, it was a perfect excuse for Mulder to see her outside of work. A ready-made ‘date’. Though he would never dare call it that.
Aside from cursory greetings to other agents, they spent most of the evening, heads close, chatting above the music. At first, about case files, then the conversation morphed to more personal topics, evolved steadily, with their growing drinks tally.
A few hours in and Scully returned from the ladies with a glint in her eye and two shot glasses. There was a determination about her as she placed the drinks on their table.
![[fullview] Late to the Collide art party! Mostly on account of HIC’s hair <_<;;](https://64.media.tumblr.com/996c23a707d30c5518f49e2cccbd7e6a/tumblr_o5fkozFI4J1rwfhqro1_1280.png "[fullview] Late to the Collide art party! Mostly on account of HIC’s hair <_<;;")
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