WHO: Lavender Brown and Seeley Booth WHEN: After this WHERE: A steak house. WHAT: Steaks and beers and not being in the complex! RATING: TBA STATUS: Incomplete
Lavender was starting to feel like some sort of cliché. She was always craving steaks and beers, and always looking for any excuse to go and get them with someone. She supposed to could relate to the fact she was a bit more wolf than most people – luckily not a full fledged werewolf (and hopefully never would be). Didn’t Ron’s brother crave steaks all the time? She honestly couldn’t remember, and it wasn’t like she ever talked to Ron enough to find out.
Still, she could use the excuse that steak within reason was healthy, because it helped with iron levels and beer was just…the British side of her refusing to let go (not that she even really drank back at home). They weren’t the best excuses in the world, but the beat out anything else. Besides, it seemed like she wasn’t the only one in need of steak and beers. They provided the perfect escape from well…everything that went crazy in this equally crazy town.
Lavender still wasn’t sure she liked it here. Sure, she had met some amazing people and finally felt like she contributed to something more – but she still felt alone. She missed the familiarity of her world, she especially missed Pavarti. She felt like an outsider most of the time…like a freak. Not that she'd ever admit to that, she did have some pride.
She sighed and shook her head, quickly running her fingers through her hair. Don’t be stupid, Lavender, she told herself. You are going out for steaks and beers, you will have a wonderful time and you will not wallow in self pity.
She stood outside the steak house, waiting for Booth; the smell coming from inside was already driving her crazy with hunger. Why did steaks have to smell so good? It almost wasn’t fair.