Seeley Booth (fromzerotohero) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-16 01:47:00 |
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He wasn't an alcoholic - and that truth became a mantra worth repeating as he nursed another scotch with a coke chaser. He'd long ago shrugged off his coat and had revealed a desert colored T-shirt underneath. Being stuck in a little town somewhere in Maine wasn't the worst of it, really. But here was to being pulled out of a combat zone without much of a warning and being confronted with magic and some guy who looked like him, who just happened to be called Angel. Booth didn't know whether to scoff and ignore him or punch him in the face. And while the latter of options would arguably make him feel a whole lot better, he didn't feel much like spending his first night in jail. So instead of anything he might come to regret, he was happy enough to stay glued to the bar and to ignore anything that might be unusual. Like magic. Right. And witches and demons. None of it was real. He'd had his fair share of burnt demons on altars to prove it. Human. That was all. Everyone was just human and could mostly be explained by science. Everything that couldn't be, he chalked it up to divine intervention. And right now, people were getting close to breaking down the walls of a comfort zone that he'd built up over the years. And that wouldn't end well. Bones would know what to say- (Or Hannah.) Sighing, he picked up the shot glass and threw it back. Bullshit. This was bullshit. Just ... Nah. |