seeley booth (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hates_clowns) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-03-17 23:58:00 |
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What: BEING ADULTS. Drinking.
When: random Wednesday. For they are boring.
Where: Bar McRandom Place, Kansas.
warnings: Drunken cursing vampires and equally drunk FBI Angel Lookalikes. You do the math.
Booth was antsy. He couldn't take another damn minute in that complex after Wyatt helped his headaches go away. Made them go away by frickin magic. Magic. Not magic medicine, literal voodoo mumbo jumbo. It was weird. It was more than weird. Wyatt was a good guy, helped him out and didn't expect anything in return but still weird. Seeley Booth did not believe in magic and fairy dust. Those were fairy tales, stories for little kids to believe in. But in Kansas they were reality, vampires, Superman, Batman. Sometimes Booth wondered if he really was in Kansas or if it was just another coma dream. Things like that were to complex for him to think about and only threatened to make his headaches come back. So he let it be and decided a trip to the bar was the answer to keep the insanity at bay.
This may have been the first time since he arrived that Booth was glad not to have to worry about cars and driving. He'd walked to the bar, it wasn't to far from the complex. Showed his shiny fake ID and got himself settled with a couple beers and a hockey game on television behind him. Booth loved hockey. He missed playing on the FBI league back home in DC. Leaning back in his stool against the bar his eyes watched the players skate back and fourth checking and body slamming, and occasionally he'd shoot a glare at the set and winced as one of the right wings got "tripped" with another players stick. "That's a foul. Bad call. Is that ref blind?" He asked the bar tender who just shrugged and offered a scruffy smirk in Booths enthusiastic interest. But really he couldn't have cared less and went back to cleaning the dirty mug in his hand. Booth took a swig of caramely colored liquor and savored the slightly burning flavor as it slid down the back of his throat.