#yeeeeehaw

Quick doodle of that wonderful circus show!

June 3rd. Even if you don't play TF2 still spread the word!

TIS THE SEASON AND SO I PRESENT

Cowboys and their Ranch.

Also Ada is a sandwitch because that "fly my pretty" line has been living in my head for the last month.

Read on AO3.

Mulder felt his heart drop out of his body. 

He looked up into the blue-silver eyes across the table from him, taking in their victorious gleam as all hope fled his body.

“Surely, you wouldn’t…” he breathed, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, I most certainly would,” the low, husky voice replied.

Mulder closed his eyes and dropped his head as, with no small amount of flourish, Scully placed a hotel on Boardwalk, raising the rent to unfathomable prices. 

He was going to be broke in less than 4 turns. He knew it. Scully owned over half of the board, all of the utilities, and all but one of the railroads. She had hotels and houses everywhere. He already had three properties mortgaged to afford her exorbitant rent prices and now? Now he was staring bankruptcy in the eyes. 

“Damn,” was all he could think to say.

He looked back up at his partner; she was resting her chin on her fists, looking more than a little pleased with herself. She knew she had, essentially, just won and was savoring the moment.

Suddenly, Mulder didn’t mind at all that she had him pinned. 

Without looking away from her, he reached out and took the dice, rolling them carelessly across the board. 

Scully looked down for only a second before meeting his eyes again. “That’s a four. You’re going to Boardwalk.” She wet her lips, eyes twinkling.

Mulder nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “What do I owe you?”

She didn’t even look at her cards; she already knew the price. “Two-thousand dollars.”

“Hm.” Mulder glanced down at his cards. “I don’t have enough properties to mortgage.”

“You could sell a few to me.” Her voice was so even, so calm, even as her eyes blazed trails across his face between his eyes and his lips. 

He tilted his head. “Which ones do you want?”

“All of them,” she answered unflinchingly.

“Deal.” Mulder pushed the property cards across the table and then, without another word, leaned over the board to capture her lips in his, knocking a few of her hotels aside.

"Hmm, I will. I'm just enjoying the view a little."