Agent Seeley Booth (shootsclowns) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-29 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, seeley booth, temperance brennan |
Who: Seeley Booth, Temperance Brennan, and open to anyone else in the Firehouse
What: Party in the bathroom
When: Midafternoon
Where: The first floor bathroom
Rating: PGish
Booth had decided that there were very few times in his life when he had ever felt this miserable. Torture, as much as he tried to suppress those memories, still held strong at the top of the list. Spending god knew how many hours in the bathroom, hugging the toilet as he was given a reminder of everything he'd eaten that hadn't been digested yet was certainly coming in a close second.
Finishing sending the message to Brennan, he dropped the phone on the tile beside him and dropped his forehead back to the cool porcelin rim, one arm resting across the gaping canyon that made up the middle of the seat.
The apocalypse. The freaking apocalypse. Karmic retribution for saying that Los Angeles couldn't get any stranger. His inner Catholic was growing nervous, which didn't help his agitated stomach in the weakness. He felt another upheval and raised his head but with not much left in his stomach, it stubbornly resettled.
"Come on in," he called weakly as he heard the approach of footsteps outside. "The entrance fee is as many Tums as I can fit in my mouth at once."