A/N: Slightly longer. I hope you enjoy. I figured Zack wouldn't change that much drunk. I can't really imagine him wild, haha.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.

My head," mumbled Zack as he pressed his to fingers lighting on his temple's. The buzz of alcohol leaving a slight pressure that he was, so far, unfamiliar with. He gazed around the foggy room, the fog created from cigarette smoke, and over to Angela and Hodgins. He leaned over, whispered something in her ear, and moments later she started laughing. The sound was loud, abrupt that startled him a bit.

Angela and Hodgins had dragged Zack from work, a little earlier than what he would have liked, and to the bar. At first they ate dinner, as usual, and when the boy got up to leave they refused to allow it. Instead they drove him over to the bar, and Angela seated him beside her. Before long the genius was exposed to a glass of beer. He sipped the liquid warily at first, but it progressed into gulps. Once he finished another glass appeared, magically. After two glasses he was done for. He opened his mouth to speak and what came out was much different from what he meant to say, at one point he said camel to Angela. Of course, her and Hodgins didn't let it go for hours either.

Most to Zack's misfortune there was karaoke, and Angela wouldn't let him say no. So he ended up walking about, more stumbling, and singing. After one or two songs he sat back down, followed by a loud applause. Angela was the loudest, and Hodgins simply smirked. "That was great Zack!" she cried and patted him on the back. He sheepishly shrugged and took a sip of his drink. That night the conversation shifted in many directions - from carrots to relationships, particularly between Dr. Brennan and Special Agent Booth. Zack didn't quite get what they meant by Booth and Dr. Brennan so stayed out of it. Instead his attention was captured by the girl on the other side of him.

Wavy blond curls trickled down her back, and her face lit up by light pink gloss and dark, blue eyes. She confessed that she loved his voice, and began to talk about her family. They talked for at least thirty minutes, the conversation not easy and oddly uncomfortable for him. She was nice, pretty, and would laugh at almost anything he said. Hodgins and Angela watched as Zack, unknowingly, flirted with the blond chick. The two whispering amongst themselves, and refused to let Zack in and abandon his lady friend. Hodgins leaned in to kiss her, and before long one turned into two and then three. Before long they silently agreed to leave, wishing Zack good luck before jetting off. Too much in a hurry to consider him not having a ride home. Feeling dejected he bid them farewell and turned back to Lauren, the blond. He awkwardly offered the fact that he liked puzzles, and solving them. She nodded in agreement. Everything was going great, but twenty minutes later her phone rang, she apologized, and left.

Now, he was left alone at a bar with no ride home. Possibly a headache in the making. Zack quietly gazed around the room. Wondering if he should call Hodgins for a ride. Then, he saw a ray of light. Familiar black hair held up in a tight bun, and then a gray coat. She had just arrived, the cold keeping her cheeks flushed red, a small smile on her face. It was Dr. Saroyan.