seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-02-10 10:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | seeley booth, temperance brennan |
Who: Booth and Bones
What: drinking and conversations of awkward
When: last night (BACKDATED)
Where: the bar he played pool with eliot at earlier on.
Warnings: TBA
Yes Booth was smashed, but no he wasn't incompetent. Right? Just because he'd ordered one too many didn't mean he couldn't still hold his own in a conversation..Nevermind the fact that he was ready to fall asleep at the bar, and post the pool game he hadn't gone back to the complex unlike Eliot who'd likely gone home by now. He stayed and had a few more. Then got the brilliant idea that Bones should be involved. He had a mess to clean up thanks to Sam and his drunken texts. He was so hammered that of course right then and there seemed like a brilliant idea. Now the only thing in his way was making sure he didn't pass out. He had his cheek resting up against his arm while he waited, trying to keep himself up right if anything. A grumpy bar tender watching him from his draft station, crossed the distanced and leaned down toward him. "You're cut off for the night, Agent."
Seeley nodded, "Mmkay." At least he hadn't tried to start a drunken fight of rage like most when cut off from the wonderful elixir that was alcohol. He knew better, even when drunk. And oh drunk he was. It was a nice feeling, it ebbed the fear he felt over dying in nine years an Crowley. Whom he wasn't certain was even around anymore, at least not on the boards anyway. Which was a pity, it meant he was going to have to do a demon summon the old fashioned way when he got done being incapacitated.
That meant what? Cat bones, or was it cat food. Booth couldn't remember..Did Crossroad Kings accept cat food? He was no cat killer so it would have to do. Besides, the way he saw it Crowley owed him at least a discussion. Maybe if he could get Ruby in on it, the glass would be tipped a little more in his favor. But for now, he waited with sleep in his eyes. He didn't even try to move a little in fear that if he did, he would fall and wouldn't be getting back up.