This is my first story on this site, and it will be an improved rip-off of my old story on a different site!! Please let me know what you think. It does get smutty eventually, so that is why I've classified it as M

"Come on Bones, we'll be late!" said Booth, knocking on her office door. The entire squint-squad and Booth had planned a small night out to commemorate the first anniversary of Cam's arrival to the Jeffersonian. They were going to her favourite bar for a fun night out. Angela and Hodgins were responsible for the get-together and Cam was extremely grateful at the trouble they were going through.

"I'm ready, I just need to file a couple of cases and..."

"NO YOU DON'T!" he stated, bursting into her office and dragging her out, gripping her arm firmly. He could feel her struggling to break free.

"No, Booth; seriously, I need to get that stuff done!" she whined. God, he's strong! she thought.

"For once Bones chill! Come with us, get totally hammered and don't sweat it!" he said, still looking ahead of him and dragging her behind him. Once he turned around, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Wow..." was all he seemed to be able to choke out. She looked absolutely stunning in a midnight blue halter-neck and a black skirt that fit her well at the hips, but flowed down to her knees and very subtly highlighted her curves.

"Come on, let's get this over with!" she said in defeat, seeming to miss the lingering gaze that Booth was giving her, which settled keenly at her cleavage.

He eventually snapped out of the trance that she placed him. He basically shoved her into the car and he went to the other side to let himself in, driving as quickly as possible to the bar.

"Whoa Booth, slow down!" she said. "What's the hurry?"

"I wanna get hammered as soon as possible and Hodgins volunteered to pay for all of the drinks!" he said smiling.

"Well I'm not getting drunk! I'm only going for Cam's sake," stated Brennan calmly.

"Oh come on Bones, FREE BOOZE!" he argued.

"I don't care. You get as drunk as you want; but I'm set on going to Russ' house tomorrow. He got out of jail yesterday and I want to see him," she said.

Booth sighed. It's not like she's going tonight, she'll be perfectly fit to drive tomorrow if she gets drunk tonight. And, she may have fun for once! He wasn't going to give up on her; she needed to have at least one carefree night without work or thought or a single thing to do with murder.



Brennan laughed as Zach and Hodgins approached the bar. They were wearing the most ridiculous looking top-hats and Hodgins had an extra one in his hand.

"Booth, we got these on Cam's request. The boys are all wearing top-hats and the girls all have to wear these!" said Hodgins, holding up pink and fluffy strap-on angel wings.

"There is no way I'm wearing those!" said Brennan, giggling at their conceded notions that she would actually accept to play this game.

"Come on, Bren!" said Angela, as her and Cam came over to join them. They were already wearing the wings and laughing.

"It's a game! You see how many people's numbers you can get wearing these ridiculous things!" said Cam.

"Ohhhh sounds fun!" said Booth, taking the hat from Hodgins and putting it on his head. He then swerved around to the bartender.

"Two rounds of shots for..." he looked back and counted everyone; "...6 people!"

"Make it 5 people!" said Brennan forcefully. "I'll just have..." Brennan looked down the bar, seeing a woman drinking an iced tea; "One of those!" she said pointing at the iced-tea. Booth sighed. This woman is impossible!

An hour and 4 iced-teas later, Brennan was laughing and having fun with everyone. She had a strange feeling and her head was dizzy, in a good way!

"Wow Bren, what the hell happened?" asked Angela. Angela was most definitely drunk, and she had no idea what got into Brennan.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were drunk!" smiled Booth to Brennan.

The bartender was walking by and heard their conversation.

"Well, there are five shots of alcohol in each Long-Island iced-tea!" he remarked.

Everyone swerved around. "LONG-ISLAND ICED TEA?" they yelled as Brennan burst into explosions of laughter. Booth smiled. She was definitely more relaxed.

"You know what I want to try?" she said.

"What?"

"That game!" she said impishly as she grabbed the wings, threw them over her shoulders and made her way to the dance-floor. Booth watched as she immediately grabbed a potential partner and started dancing with him. The man seemed ok with it and held her hips as she swung them with the music.

He felt a pang of jealousy as he watched her dance with some strange man, but he didn't let it get him down. He stood up and searched the room. He found someone he thought looked pretty cute; 

and she was definitely checking him out. He approached her and asked her to dance, which she eagerly accepted.

He, as well as the rest of the squint-squad, was on the dance-floor, dancing. Hodgins and Angela were dancing with eachother. Because of their commitment to eachother, they were excluded from this particular game, but everyone else had a partner. Zach was holding an extremely pretty woman, which totally surprised Booth. Who knew the kid had it in him! he thought, smiling to himself.

Cam was dancing with a taller man and found it hard to keep up with his dance-moves. He was obviously self-confident, and he looked pretty strong.

After a while, Booth saw Brennan teaching Zach how to slow-dance. She was smiling at his awkwardness when she told him to place a hand on her hip. After a while; Zach really did get the hang of it and was twirling Brennan around the room. Booth was impressed how the two most uptight people he had ever met were now so relaxed and obviously having a good time.

After a while, they had counted up all of the numbers they got. Cam excluded herself from the game because she went home with the guy she was dancing with. They all tried to get her to stay, fearing she may be too drunk to know what she wants; but she was the most sober of them all, and only had a couple of drinks.

Zach got five different numbers, mostly because they seen him dancing with Brennan and he became an immediate catch. But Brennan and Booth tied at 12 numbers each.

"This is too easy!" complained Brennan. "I want to make it harder!"

"Ok!" said Booth. "I bet you that you can't get... THAT guy's number!" he said, pointing at a man in a suit, who looked extremely rich.

"What, the guy with the wedding ring?"

"Uh huh!"

She pondered for a few seconds. "Ok, I will not only get his number, but within 5 minutes, I will be wearing HIS ring on the chain of MY neck!" she said.
"IF..." she added playfully.

"If what?"

"If you get a body-shot from that girl!" she said, pointing at an extremely anal woman with her hair in a bun and glasses.

"DEAL!" he said, shaking hands.

Five minutes later, Brennan approached the bar to see Booth taking a body-shot from the woman she pointed out. She laughed at the sight of him, sucking tequila from the woman's belly.

After he took the body-shot, Booth went over to Brennan.

"I filled out my end, what about you.



Brennan held her chain, with the man's wedding ring intertwined through it.

"Nice job, Bones!" he said, smiling at the courage that the alcohol seemed to give her. "So, have you picked out anyone to go home with you?"

"Nah, I think I'll just bring you home with me!"

Booth's face dropped. Was he THAT drunk, or did she just say what he thought she said?
"Wh... what?" he stammered.

"Well, I need someone to help me into the apartment!" she said. "Why, what did you think I meant?"

"Oh, no nothing. I just... I just didn't hear you over the music!" he stated, hoping that she couldn't read his awkwardness.

"Ok. So, you wanna get out of here?"

Brennan and Booth were laughing hard at nothing in particular as they stumbled into Brennan's apartment. Brennan was wearing Booth's hat, which was tilted sideways on her head. Both of them were helping eachother stay upright, and both of them were failing miserably. They had fallen at least four times from the taxi to the apartment.

Once they got in, Brennan went straight to the kitchen whilst Booth collapsed onto the couch. He lay comfortably for about a minute, and then he looked at his watch. It was three o' clock in the morning.

"Eh, Bones; I think I should go home!" he said.

"Awwww, you can't leave!" she protested, poking her head out the door at him and waving a bottle of vodka in her hand. Booth was already very drunk, how much worse could he get?

Brennan scooted Booth over, sitting down on the couch and putting two shot-glasses on the coffee table.

Both of them were laughing hard as Brennan failed to get the vodka into their targets, and instead spilt it all over the coffee table. "The barman made this look a lot easier" she giggled. "But it snot." She meant to say 'It's not', but her drunken state had a large effect on her pronunciation.

Booth exploded into laughter. "You said 'it snot!'"

After a while, Booth and Brennan were sitting on the back of the sofa, gazing around in awe.

"This is the best spot EVER! How come I've never done this before?" said Brennan; gazing around in amazement.

"You can see the whole living room from here" said Booth, taken aback by how incredible this area was.



Brennan laughed. "You are so WASTED!"

"You think I am but I'm snot" he said simply. He then pondered."Wait, that doesn't work!!"

"If you're not drunk, then why can't you let go of the couch?" she said impishly, nodding towards his hands, which were clutching tightly on the sofa.

"I can if I wanna!"

"Then do it!"

Booth slowly softened his grip on the sofa. He was very cautious to keep his balance as he slowly raised his hands away from the couch. He smiled in triumph when he had his hands away from the couch, as if he had just performed a magic trick.

But his moment of glory was soon diminished as he felt himself keel over and his body slam on to the cold ground behind the couch. Brennan burst into fresh fits of laughter and Booth was even laughing along.

"You fell down!" she said, pointing at him and taunting him like she was four years old.

Booth sat up and grabbed her hand, pulling her from the sofa. She landed on top of him with a dull thud and neither of them could contain their fresh fit of childish giggles.

Their laughter slowly died down as they realised their proximity. Booth could feel his breath getting deeper as he held her gaze. Was it just him, or was she leaning in closer?

As soon as Booth could confirm beyond any reasonable doubt that she was in fact leaning in towards him, he let his hands move up and down to stroke her back as he slowly let his eyes close.

A knock at the door startled them both as Brennan basically leapt off Booth, flushing in embarrassment. She slowly got up and straightened herself up, as did Booth. She then staggered towards the door, her jaw dropping as soon as she seen the figure behind it.