A/N: This if my first Bones fic. It includes the use of marijuana, so please beware. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

The Inspiration

"So I walk into the club, my date hot at my heels, mind you, to find Bones and Angie high on meth," Booth and Max burst into laughter at Booth's story.

"Wish I could have been there to see it," Max admitted through laughs.

"That's not even the half of it. So Angela is standing in the corner, nervously biting her nails and clearly too aware and uncomfortable with being high. After all, they had not intended to be high, but happened to be showered with meth," Booth chuckled.

"What about Tempie?"

"You know Bones, when she find a body nothing will stop her from discovering the truth. In the end she was just a more determined and hyper version of herself. I only figured out she was high because, as my girlfriend of the time said, her 'pupils are the size of saucers', which was not an exaggeration," Booth finished with a smile.

"My Tempie... on drugs... what I wouldn't give to see it," Max said and started laughing again alongside Booth.

"What are you two laughing about?" They both suddenly heard a familiar voice ask. They stop laughing and turn to see Bones.

"Hey Bones! How was girls night with Ange?" Booth asked.

"Wonderful, of course. She mentioned how happy she was you were friends again, and then proceeded to discuss how sexually appealing you are," Bones divulged.

"I would have to say that is my cue to leave," Max stood up from the couch and went to hug Brennan, "have a great night with your sexually appealing man darling," he whispered into her ear jokingly and kissed her on the cheek. Max turned to Booth, who stood up to hug Max as well.

"Thanks for coming Max," Booth said as they put some distance between each other.

"Thank you for having me... and for the stories," Max ended with a wink toward Booth, kissed Brennan's cheek again, and walked out the door.

"I'm glad you had fun tonight," Booth said while starting to clean up the food and drinks he and max were enjoying.

"You seemed to have fun as well," Brennan said, her tone factual as always.

"Max is a fun guy."

"Indeed. So you never told me what you two were laughing about when I walked in."

"Oh, I was telling Max about the time you and Ange went to that club and ended up accidentally high on meth," Booth chuckled lightly again at the memory. Bones shrugged.

"I fail to see the humor in the situation."

"That is probably because you didn't see how you looked when you were high."

"So you are saying that observing someone under the influence of drugs is humorous?"

"No Bones!" Booth quickly corrected, "you are just so smart and logical and above taking drugs, that seeing how they affected you was funny, that's all. I would probably laugh if I saw Sweets or Hodgins accidentally high, but when it comes to Junkies and addicts, that is never funny," Booth finished seriously. Bones nodded in understanding and then looked away, clearly contemplating what Booth had said. After a minute of deep thought, just as Booth had finished cleaning up, Brennan got an idea.

"So if I understand this correctly, watching those who are unlikely to usually partake in irresponsible activities fall to their baser desires is humorous, while it remains tragic when you witness those who do partake in irresponsible activities regularly," Bones concluded.

"Bones, how many times do I have to say 'English please' before you start speaking it," Booth smiled sarcastically at her. Bones rolled her eyes.

"What I meant to say is, while watching a drug-addict high remains difficult, when someone responsible does it, it ends up being funny."

"I guess. I wouldn't ever want to see anyone I know on heroin or peyote or cocaine, I'll tell you that much. But I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't want to see a squint high on weed," Booth couldn't help but laugh as he imagined the scenario.

"Yes, because marijuana is one of the safest drugs in existence. In fact even alcohol has more negative and lasting effects than marijuana, and tobacco smoke is more damaging to the lungs. The illegality of marijuana never did seem logical to me, it has many beneficial effects as well. Increase in appetite, decrease in stress, increase in creativity. It can also be used as a sleep-aid, and-"

"Bones!" Booth interrupted, "I get the picture. Now, enough talk about drugs. Christine is asleep, and I think it is time," Booth's voice got huskier as he came up to Brennan from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, "for us to go to bed too."

"Oh, you mean intercourse!" Bones said excitedly, having picked up on Booth's subtle attempts to be seductive. Booth couldn't help but roll his eyes at his tactless but adorable wife.

"Yes Bones, although I much prefer when you call it sex, intercourse makes it sounds like it's a job."

Bones turned around in Booth's arms to face him, ran her hands up and down his back, and said lightly as she began kissing his neck, "sex it is."