Lavender smiled slightly mischievously, and eyed the table of alcoholic beverages in front of them. She picked up another champagne flute and then looked back at Brennan.
"It's a wedding, right? People get drunk at weddings," she glanced around at everyone who was mingling. "I could pretend I'm drunk, it wouldn't surprise anyone really. And you could say you're going to take me home and make sure I don't get sick or something."
It seemed logical enough to Lavender, besides she had been drinking more in the last few weeks. She also didn't think anyone would miss her at least if she was gone. Brennan was the only person, with the exception of Booth's son Parker, who hadn't gotten their head verbally bit off by the witch in the last few days. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it.