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Third floor common room, Friday night

Claudia supposed it was inevitable. She'd come back from the dance, all tired and cheerful and about to open the door to 317 when she heard . . . well. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the odd noises on the other side of the door meant -- just someone who'd watched her share of the raunchier sitcoms over the years. She about-faced and headed for the common room, wondering if she should stay up and try to wait it out, or try to figure out how to make homemade toothpaste out of the stuff she found in the fridge.

She settled onto the couch, pulling an afghan over her shoulders, and flipped on the TV. "Just like a sleepover," she muttered. "A slightly lame, one woman sleepover." Quinn so owed her.

[ooc: Common room is open.]

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Scully had had a pretty good time at the dance, but nothing to write home about, so to speak.

So she was looking for ice cream, and surprised to find a Claudia. "Hey. Late night movie marathon?"

Claudia startled. She'd spaced out there, for a second. "Looks like, yeah." She sat up on the couch to make room for Scully. "How's your night going?"

Scully reached into the freezer and got a second pint of Ben & Jerry's, then settled onto the couch next to her. "Not bad. The dance was less frantic with weirdness than I thought it would be, after our week of monkeys and cupids and stupid romance novels." She offered a spoon and a pint to Claudia. "What're you watching?"

"Uh. That dude wants to get with that girl but she kind of likes that dude who the story is saying is wrong for her because that first dude is being a stalker but pretending it's romantic."

Congratulations, Claudia, you've just described almost any rom-com out there.

"I hate stalkers," Scully said, absently taking the lid off the coffee ice cream with some effort. She stuck a spoon in. Or tried to. "This is like a rock. What the hell?"

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Claudia looked over. "Let me see." She poked at it with a finger, then pulled it back hurriedly and stuck it in her mouth. "Holy crap, that's cold."

Scully stared it a moment, debating, then put it down and went back to try and mess with the freezer settings. Strangely, the dial wouldn't move.

She gave up and came back to the couch, eyeing the ice cream dubiously. "Soooo... yeah. I'm just going to let that sit there. How was your time at the dance?"

"Good. It was ~~entirely handwaved~~ fun. You know, in a school dance-y kind of way." Claudia picked at the cushions on the couch, feeling restless and bored. She held one between her hands for a moment, then casually smacked at Scully's arm with it. "You?"

Scully blinked at her, then her lips quirked up in a grin. She started reaching for a pillow behind her. "Fine. Nothing too exciting. You know how it is."

Whap. Just casually. Yup.

"Yep, I totally do." That one might have been aimed more at Scully's head.

Scully paused, blowing her hair out of her face, and said, "Next dance, we need to do something different. Stage a protest. An exhibition. Something."

Streeeetch arms over the head, turn to look at the TV, and whap! toward Claudia's stomach.

Ooooof!

"I always knew you were a closet exhibitionist." *Whap!*

"Ah!" Scully stopped threatening with the pillow, hooting, and said, "Me?!" She couldn't remember a single occasion where she ended up naked, accidentally or on purpose, in public. Okay, that was just sad.

"I don't exhibit in my closet!"

Whap! And sneakily reach for another pillow. Reeeeeeeeaching......

Claudia spotted the reaching and retaliated by trying to throw her afghan over Scully's head.

"So you think you're out of the closet? Oh Scully, I had no idea!"

The afghan fell over Scully's head, and she paused, still giggling, then said "If there was a closet, I'd be out of it. There's no light in a closet. I might have been in a cabinet once--"

And she threw the pillow at Claudia's head, aim slightly obscured by the afghan over her face.

Claudia, sporting sort that she was, let the pillow hit her in the head, anyway. "Some closets have lights in them. Maybe you're in one of those closets."

"I'm in a lighted closet?" Scully pulled the afghan off her head, hair a mess. "You realize, that if I'm a lighted closet, and I'm an exhibitionist, people would have to be invited in there."

She poked at the ice cream with a spoon. And reached for another pillow. "Do you like coffee ice cream?"

Whap.

"That's not coffee ice cream, that's a rock." Claudia lost her grip on her pillow and flailed around for another weapon. Maybe behind the fridge.

. . . Wait, why would there be weapons behind the fridge? That was just dumb.

Her hand closed around one of the larger cushions from the back of the couch. Claudia held it in front of her like a shield as she made to pounce on Scully.

"It may become a--" Aiieeeee!

Scully tried to wrap Claudia in the afghan, or at least snag the pillow, giggling. "Ice cream! Thing!"

Claudia paused in her struggle to not get tangled up in the blanket and blinked at Scully seriously over the top of the cushion. "You think there's a coffee ice cream monster?"

It was one of those nights.

"Ooo." It was a tribute to Scully's boredom this week that she looked hopeful. Then stared at the coffee-cream-rock. "Maybe?"

Ha! Cushion!

"If there is, we could kill it with a hair dryer."

Except that Claudia so wasn't going into her room until she was sure that Quinn had, like, at least cracked a window and taken a shower.

"Your hair dryer."

Scully paused in the act of whapping to look at the Ice Cream Rock again, willing to experiment for Science and food. "That could work. Wait. Why my hair dryer?"

"'Cause mine's in my room."

"And your room is... in the closet?" Scully asked, blinking and not getting it.

"Possibly very, very." What? It made sense in Claudia's head. "It's also kind of . . . otherwise occupied."

"Oh. Ohhhhh." Scully got the implications a half-beat after she got the answer. "Okay then. My hairdryer will not be thwarted by any other people in my room... and is that why you're out here?" she asked, getting to her feet.

"Well, it wasn't the high quality televisual entertainment." Claudia shrugged, tugging her now somewhat rumpled dress back into something resembling its prior shape.

Pillow fighting in linen. It was all the rage in Italy, she was sure.

There were high-quality Renaissance paintings of just that. Scully was positive.

"Got it," she said, trying to be tactful. "I"ll be back in a minute."

Four minutes later she was back with a hairdryer, another blanket, another pillow, and a large T-shirt with Klaatu Barada Nikto on it.

"Right. Time to melt the Ice Cream Glacier." She handed over the rest. "In case you want it..."

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Claudia held up the t-shirt, tilting her head. "This is one of Mulder's, isn't it?" she guessed. Or maybe a present from him. Still, it'd be a bit more comfortable than the dress. "Pillow fights and ice cream monsters. Not such a lame sleepover, after all."

"Yeah, it is." Scully cleared her throat, looking vaguely embarrassed. No need to get into how she got that. "And yeah. This is... very normal sleep-over-type things."

Then she turned the hairdryer on and pointed it at the ice cream. WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Turned it off. "For, you know, scientists."

"For science!" Claudia declared. She reached for a spoon, poised to stab at the ice cream at a moment's notice.

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