Hollywood A.D.
A/N: @settle-down-frohike gets credit for inspiring this one. ;) Also credit once again to Lady Manson for the screencaps.
“That’s it, Scully. I can’t take it anymore!”
“Shh, Mulder, sit down.”
He can’t get out of the theater fast enough. No ifs, ands, or bees. No ifs… ands… or bees.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he mutters, shoving open the door and stalking out into the warm Los Angeles night.
The Fox lot is not deserted, but the crowds from earlier have dispersed, and the relative quiet is a sudden contrast to the audience’s laughter still ringing in his ears. Strangely enough, it’s not an entirely welcome contrast, as he realizes it just makes him feel all the more exposed, standing out here alone in front of the theater, still holding his stupid plastic Lazarus bowl full of popcorn. He casts around for a moment, wondering where he can go, when he remembers that the sound stage one building over has been dressed up as the graveyard from the movie as a sort of promotional deal for the premiere – get your picture in front of the green screen looking like you’re running away from zombies, that sort of thing. The door is still propped open, and when he pokes his head inside, he doesn’t see anybody in there.
Perfect.
He finds a place to sit and try to breathe through his embarrassment and anger. He’s just as angry with himself as he is with Shandling.
Shandling.
