Tonight was a night. A night off that wasn't really a night off. She'd always been a bit of a night owl but ever since donning the costume it'd become very much a part of her existance. Not something to be easily brushed off, a part of her being. aEvery odd night she went 'hunting', she went searching for it. Looking for criminals but on other nights, she let it come to her. And tonight was one of those nights ... but not. She'd done a quick sweep of the city. Her part anyway. After all she was just one person and things were low tonight. So she was enjoying tonight.
After work she'd gone in for two hours and enjoyed other states of her being. She wasn't all about trouble and punching people's faces in. Though the latter was really, really fun. To be honest she didn't particularly like trouble. Always. She liked noise in her quiet and she liked peace, moments of normalcy. She enjoyed those greatly. The hum of the television mostly ignored for the radiation coming off her laptop and massive bouts of iming. Or the rasping of a good book, the slide of an interesting magazine. Or dvds rented from Netflix (they really did deliver anywhere). Yet at the same time there was a part of her that needed to be out in about, as much as it needed a staple place to work and recuperate and just ... hide in. Which was why it took only two hours and she was out, checking things out, dealing with stragglers, before putting the costume away and just running in the moonlight.
Borrowed moments.
Because reality would come crashing back in with the sunlight. In the meantime, she jogged, ponytail swaying until she was short of breath.
Andrea was on her way, returning back to the motel to do her ritual of tempting sleep when she spotted a diner and was hit with the sudden need for indulgence. When was the last time she'd had an old fashion smoothie? As much as she enjoyed the ones from McDonald's, the ones especially from White Castle. Checker's as well (yeah, she liked smoothies, sue her). There was nothing quite like the ones made at a diner.
Luckily she had her wallet on her. Looking both ways, she made her detour, jogging straight to the front of the diner. Wiping at her sweaty face with her hand, she hesitated. Took a sniff. Nope, no worse than anyone else. Pushing her plastered hair off her face, she rearranged her ponytail before pushing through the double doors and heading straight for the counter. Her steps hesitating once as she, unconsciously, fell into what had become a habit. Scanning section of the place only stopping at the people that looked suspect to her or just plain amusing .. or unusual, before moving forward.
She of course bought fries as well.
Sipping her way to a table, sucking through a straw sweet, vanilla-y goodness, she hesitated only one more time before she spotted someone. He looked recoginizable from the boards and she'd seen him struggling with his iPod case. It didn't take long for her to figure out that it was indeed the guy from the boards ... Something Booth. FBI. .. hm.
He looked up in frustration and she got his eyes, quirking a brow. Andrea smirked. Before taking pity on him and cutting her eyes toward the device, raising another brow in neutral question.