Who: Angela & Booth When: Late-night of the 21st Where: Bobby's Kitchen What: Drunken talk. Possibly more? Status: In progress
Angela had sent Booth a text to meet her in the kitchen instead, considering the fact that there were others in on the cots. She went down first and like she had suggested, hijacked some beers from the fridge and set them on the kitchen table. Twenty dollars was left on the counter for Bobby to buy more whenever he wanted. As Angela sat down at the table, her thoughts drifted. She'd done a lot more drinking since coming here-and it probably wasn't a good thing. But to be honest? She didn't really care too much. This wasn't her world. And it wasn't her life. She shouldn't have to be worrying about vampires or demons or ghosts or guns or knives.
Despite the fact that Booth hadn't arrived yet, Angela pulled one of the beers to her and opened it, then took a long sip. She missed her dad, and Brennan, and Jack. Especially Jack. She even missed Sweets and Dr Saroyan. But she was glad that someone she knew was here, and that it was Booth-if she had to get stuck anywhere she'd probably pick him first, because he was the protector. And god help her, she loved him for that, and for making her feel safe.