seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2009-08-11 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrea rojas, seeley booth |
Who: Booth and Andrea.
What: Random meeting! Taking pity on the Technophobic FBI Agent.
When: Tuesday evening
Where: outside his new favorite Diner.
Warnings:Probably none, innocent meeting is innocent really
Seeley was cranky as he sat outside his new diner at a comfy looking table with a coffee and pie. He didn't understand. He'd tried cutting it and that only took off the outter layer of plastic. There was still a tiny chic plastic box it was trapped in with no conceivable way of opening without shooting through the plastic. That might hit the ipod. He was a good shot, but not that good from this close range. No..this would require something ..more. Someone who wasn't missing a collection of Vinyl's. Booth stared at the small clear case from his chair as if to give it his best 'I'm in charge here, not you' look.
Intimidate it into opening up. Just like the interrogation room. It would listen then wouldn't it? Yeah because a box could hear and see him glaring and being all strict. It was officially driving him insane..It didn't have any flaws. He couldn't see a button or a flap to push. It was sealed plastic. Turning the object in his hand to get a fuller look he frowned. His brows creased and he shook his head. His five year old son knew how to use one, but he had no clue. Bones understood them, but the world wise Booth was clueless. In frustration pushed it to the other side of the table as if it were evil in it's purist form and took a drink from a coffee mug. One of his wrists was still in a cast-otherwise he could have opened it. It hadn't beaten him, oh no. Not yet. It was all the stupid casts fault he was unable to get to the musicy goodness on the inside of the plastic.