Booth: First time I saw her I was sitting in this really cheap strip club. I won't lie and say, "she was the first thing I saw because she was shining like the sun," because it's not true. She looked quite awful honestly. She was sweating, her make-up was messed up and she looked annoyed. She was still looking hot though. So maybe she wasn't the first thing I saw, but from the moment I noticed her I couldn't take my eyes off of her. It might sound really cheesy, but she was so beautiful it made me smile.
I finished my drink quickly and asked for a room with her. I knew it was quite a stupid move but these days, I'm glad I did it. Like, really really glad.
They sent me to this small room. It actually smelled like sex. I sat there for a while before she came in.

Bones: I hated going into these rooms. They're tiny and annoying and the guys that ask for me are usually weird. Angela – she works at the bar and she's a good friend of mine – told me that the guy that asked for me is hot, but I never understood her taste in men so I didn't take her seriously.
I got the smallest room, which sucked. I got in there when I was still sighing. I stopped myself when I saw him. He was smiling and he was standing, not even half naked.

Booth: She was wearing short – too-short-to-be – pants and a – almost-a-bra – shirt.
"Yeah?" Her voice was deep, she sounded quite raucous, but it was actually beautiful. I admit, it actually turned me on.
"Hey," I said, but regretted it after a moment. 'Hey'?
"Um, hey?" She raised one of her eyebrows and I couldn't but sigh. She took her pants off and I was surprised she had room to panties underneath this tight short piece of cloth. She was so thin you could actually see her bones.
"You don't need to-" I started but stopped myself.
"Don't need to what? Take my clothes off? " She had laugh covered in her tone. I nodded and her laugh became obvious. "Yeah, I do. This is what this room is all about, you know. It's in the air."
"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you," she still had doubt on her face, so I lifted her pants and handed them to her.

Bones: What the actual fuck? Is he a cop or something? He sat down and I stayed near the door. I stood there and looked at him.
"Yeah, if you want to talk to someone, go see a shrink. I have a job to do," I put my pants back on.
"No, don't go," he sent a hand to stop me and I raised on of my eyebrows, again. He was such a weird guy.
"Ugh, do me a favor, yeah?"
"What is it?"
"Fuck me or go away," I said. I didn't even mean it, because he didn't look like he was planning on hurting me, but I don't even know this guy.
"Well, I'm not going to do either. Look, just come and sit, I'll talk to you and I'll pay the full prize, I can assure you that. I already paid for the room, but I'll pay you too."
I looked at him for a couple of moments and then sat beside him. He put a hand on my shoulder and then took her back.
"What? You can't even touch me? Are you like a shy-virgin-freak or something like that? Girls disgust you?"
"Are you always that nice to people?"
"No, you're a special case," he smiled and I stopped myself from putting a smile on my face too, "what is it, then?"
"Bones," he said.
"Um, what?"
"The bones, you know, you're really thin."
"Yeah, whatever."

Booth: Well, wasn't it awkward? What if it's a soft spot? What if she's thin because she has nothing to eat or something like that? I'm like her, I know how it is to hide your feelings.
"Really, what do you want?" She looked at me now, her eyes were so blue, I didn't even noticed it because of all the make-up she had on her.
"What's your name?" I asked, and then, again, regretted it.
She looked surprised, "are you a cop?"
"What? No. I just asked for your name."
"Elizabeth," she said and leaned back on her hands.
"Yeah, okay. And your real name now?"
"What's yours?" She asked and I smiled, I understood she's not going to give up soon.
"Seeley Booth," I said, not even considering I should give her a fake name as well.
"Well, it's definitely a real name," she almost giggled.
"What? Why's that?"
"When you pick a name for yourself, you want it to be cool, you know. James, or Jack, or something."
"So my name isn't cool? That's what you're saying?"
"Not cool at all."
"Well, that's not nice."
"I'm not a nice person."

Bones: "I never said I thought you as one."
I smliled for a moment, he smiled as well, "that's really why you wanted to come here?"
"Yeah, um… Would you like to, maybe, go out with me sometime?"
"No," I said, quickly. What the hell? "I don't even know who you are."
"That's why I wanted to go on a date with you. That's the meaning of dates. Getting to know each other."
"No, now…" I got up again, "are you going to fuck me or can I leave?"
"I'll come back."
"Look, I'm flattered, but, you're old-"
"Ouch."
I ignored him, "and I need to go back to my job, which is not talking to strangers."
"I'm not that old."
"Whatever, can I have my money now?"
He rolled his eyes at me, and I couldn't resist but smile again. He handed me his money, and I didn't bother to check how much he gave me.
"Can I at least have your name, or shall I just call you bones?"
"Temperance Brennan," I said.
"Oe, long," he mumbled, "yeah, Bones will be okay."
"Go to hell," I opened the door.
"See you," I was still staring at him when I shut the door, but I could still hear him, "later, Bones."