who: Jo and Booth What: brain picking. when: backdated to the posts. Where: her bar. Warnings: TBA
Booth was irritated. The rational side of his thought process knew that they were supposed to listen to the complex heads. But the irrationality human side felt annoyed by the way things played out with Andrew. He said he was revamping things, but even revamping could have come with a 'hang tight guys' or whatever it was kids said to keep the morale these days. Instead his pride got a little wounded in the process of things and he was frustrated. He couldn't let it hang around him too long, he knew that. But the moment hadn't entirely passed.
Maybe he should have rescheduled with Jo and went to the shooting range to let off some steam instead, but a beer didn't sound half bad. While it wasn't the main purpose of his little trip to her bar, it wouldn't hurt. Might even do him a world of good, who knew. Running a hand through his short hair he finally found his way inside her place and took a look around. His eyes roamed over several of the customers. Hunter friendly huh? He wondered how many of them were, and how many were just crazy enough to like the company. Crossing the distance toward the bar he sank onto a stool and held up a hand to flag down a drink. "Scotch on the rocks." Not his usual medicine for a rough day. But it would do.
He wished Bones was beside him. He could only imagine the things she'd be saying. He would never say it out loud but he missed her scientific approach. Even her anthropological perspective.