What are you looking at, Old Man?<br/><br/>WhatthefuckyouthinkI’mlookingat?!?!  What a stupid-ass question, he thought.  But just to be sure, he confirmed, Dunno ‘bout you but I was admiring her hiking boots.<br/><br/>Silence.  Which was always welcome, but never predictable.<br/><br/>A smile and a nod later, Paul agreed to lead the way.  Better it was him to lead instead of Charlette and her _____, ____, ___ ass in front.<br/><br/>Dammit, he thought.  Where was that tequila when you really needed it?!  He maintained a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow for Charlette to keep up.<br/><br/>Anytime now, he was hoping for alien abduction.  And if Mulder and Scully decided to join the party, then even better!  Though really, he could do without Scully.  Non-believer!  He and Mulder would be sure to party amongst the orange-tinged locals.  Or purple.  Whatever!<br/><br/>She does have a sweet tush, does she not, Old Man?  Again, it was best to be quiet.  Especially where the obvious was concerned.