Little fic based on this image in a game sponsered by scribblinlenore
and found courtesy of tvm
So much could be happening here. Affairs. Honeymoons. Evading the law. Ghostbusting. You name it. Write a short scene, any fandom or original fiction. Leave it in the comments or post to your LJ and leave a link. Don't overthink it. Let your scene be as impetuous as the things that are going on in this fine establishment.
"Mulder. Why are we here?"
Mulder turned in his seat to grin at her. "Com'n, Scully. Where's your sense of adventure?"
Rasing an eyebrow she replied, "A sense of adventure involves going rollerblading. Or hopping a plane and flying to Bermuda--wait, nevermind that one--flying to Fiji for a spontaneous week-long vacation. Adventure does not involve a place called Pink Shell
Mulder popped his door open and climbed out, somehow unfolding gracefully despite a five hour car ride. She, on the other hand, nearly tripped over her own heel.
"I never understand why you choose the crappiest places to stay. Maybe you don't need any commodities, but do you remember what I'm like when I only get a bagel for breakfast? For once I'd like a decent cup of coffee and maybe an English muffin with real butter."
Her stomach growled at that.
"Haven't you heard? Chasing aliens isn't quite as lucritive these days. And really, it's no worse than the others we've stayed at."
"That's my point. Do you remember that one in Minnesota? What was it? The 'L' Motel or something? It was in the middle of nowhere and I swear, cockroaches the size of my shoes. I didn't even want to look at the shower. I might have discovered a new strain of fungus in there."
He smiled again, heading for the office. "Wasn't that when we were looking into that phantom trucker case?"
"Personally, I'd like to forget the whole incident. That whole week."
"This place can't be that bad. It even says it serves breakfast. Maybe you'll get some butter and jui--"
He cut off as he entered the building.
"Mulder, wh--?" Scully nearly stumbled into him, so abrupt was his stop. She peered around his shoulder.
There was a lady who looked like some redneck's Aunt Bess sitting at the desk, watching what sounded to be some kind of soap, petting one cat in her lap while five others lounged on the counter. But that wasn't the worst. The walls were covered with a sickly pink wallpapering. A carpet that had once been beige but was now gray tried vainly to match the tall, gold lamps which featured tacky porcelain hula girls at their bases. Strings of shells hung over the windows.
One of the cats hissed.
"What kind of room can I get the happy couple?" asked the manager, dumping the cat from her lap and grabbing a pen.
"Mulder, there better damn well be cereal
tomorrow morning," Scully muttered.
Mulder just grimaced.
Silly, yes. But I ALWAYS laugh at M&S's motels and seeing S&D stay in some of the same ones (2400 Motel anyone?) makes this an idea close to my heart. The 'L' Motel is real. I've never stayed there, only passed by it once on a roadtrip, but my friend (who had only just started watching XF) pointed out how it was something M&S would stay at.