seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-12-02 11:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | lindsey mcdonald, seeley booth |
Who: Booth and Lindsey
What: Lawyer annoys the Fed. Fed currently has a trigger finger and a lot of stored anger.
When: After Kitty relieves him at the hospital.
Where: Bar McRandom Place. Sort of away from the complex
Warnings: TBA!
Seeley had played the whole Spike thing off cool. Just like he portrayed when it came to the blonds brashness. Quietly he thanked whatever force caused him to react with likely to Spike an annoying level of calm rather then violence and anger. But he was human. He liked to say words didn't matter, that they were just that and Spike was full of hot air. The FBI Agent knew he was right on a mental level, but on an irrational illogical emotional level, the blond vampire had gotten to him more then he wanted to admit. The topic of Angel was still a touchy one. Was that all they saw him as? Just a replacement? Was he even really himself?
"Vampires." He stated seethingly to himself as he pushed open the door to the bar. He'd chosen one slightly away from the complex, not wanting to deal with poking and prodding questions if he ran into someone he knew. He just wasn't in the mood. He'd told Kitty he wanted a break and a shower, and it really wasn't entirely a lie. He did want a shower, and would get one-but after he got a drink. Or two. His nerves were frayed. He couldn't stick around Buffy while she was trying to relax and recuperate in the state he was in. She hadn't done anything to deserve his anger. So he left Kitty by her side while she slept and found his way to a bar.
Driving still hurt. Everything still hurt. Physically, mentally, the lot of it. Seeley sank down onto a stool at the bar counter and cringed. His back protested at the movement, but there was nothing else he could do except maybe drink enough and numb that pain. Numb sounded good. Every single person annoyed him in that bar. Everything they did and he didn't even know them. He could hear every conversation, and wished it differently. "Cold king with a whiskey back." He said as the bar tender came by and disappeared again to take the order.