A/N: Thanks to everyone who read/reviewed the first chapter. Here is the second!Chapter Two: Advice That Was Not Asked For

"Sweetie! How was your date with Matt? Did you wear one of those sexy little outfits I bought you?"

"Angela, the things you bought me hardly qualify as clothing, much less an outfit." Brennan lowered her voice. "Besides, I don't feel comfortable discussing this on the platform, while I am examining remains!"

"Sweetie, how old is this skeleton?"

"Approximately 200 years old. However, –"

"Exactly. See, your sex life is way more interesting than… whoever the hell this was."

"Angela!"

"Sorry, Bren, but it's the truth. So, do you want to talk in your office or mine?"

"Yours." Brennan sighed in defeat.

"Excellent choice; I have cookies!" Angela looped her arm though Brennan's and walked to her office. Upon entering, Angela got the cookies out her desk, while Brennan took a seat on the sofa. "So, Bren," she began. "Did you wear the red or the purple?"

"I wore the purple. I wasn't sure at first, but Matt seemed t like it. I'm still not certain as to whether or not I like his reaction to it or –" Oops.

"Or, what, Bren?"

"It's nothing, Ange. It's just… someone else saw the 'outfit' and he reacted differently than Matt did."

"Who, Bren?"

"Booth." Brennan knew it was stupid to tell her. But, it was easier than lying. She waited for the squeal. She was not disappointed.

"Oh my GOD, Sweetie! Tell me you did the horizontal mambo with Booth!"

"Angela, I don't know what that means, but I'm guessing from your tone and the context that it implies something sexual. Nothing sexual occurred."

"Well, then, how did it happen? Oh, oh he didn't, like, walk in on something right?"

"No, nothing like that," Brennan laughed. "I needed," she searched for the right word, "advice."

"So why didn't you call me? You know I give great advice."

"I needed a guy's opinion. You would've told me that I could wear either, which is true, however it wouldn't have solved my conundrum."

"And Booth solved your conundrum?"

"Yes, he did, by suggesting I wear the purple."

"Well," smirked Angela. "I'm sure you made someone's Catholic school-boy's fantasy come true."

"Ange, I don't see how Booth's religion affects this."

"Who said I was talking about Booth?"

"Matt isn't Catholic, so I'm assuming –"

"Bren. Of course I was talking about Booth. Jeez, with all the time the two of you – wait. You said you weren't sure whose reaction you liked better… What was Booth's reaction?"

"He looked at me. Then he looked at my face. Matt… I don't think he looked at anything but the clasp on the back of the bra."

"Hmmm… I see." Angela totally liked Booth's reaction better. Of course she knew she would. "Hey Bren? What did Booth say to convince you to wear the purple?"

"He said that the red competes with my eyes, but that the purple made them look 'blue-er'. Which, I suppose is possible. The reflection of color on the retinas could –"

"Whoa… back up. You were standing, half-naked in front of him; and he looked at your eyes?!"

"Is that… bad?"

"Oh, Sweetie. No, it's not bad. It's beautiful." Angela smiled. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

A/N: Alright, this little fic is off to a nice start. I've got a few more chapters already saved, and ready for final stages of editing. I hate to stoop this low, but I am a big fan of reviews. Scratch that: I'm a review junkie. So let's say if everyone (who has the time) who reads this fic, reviews, then the next time I upload, which I think'll be tomorrow, I'll upload TWO chapters at a time? Does that sound fair?

Thanks for reading! 'Till the next chapter(s)!

BTW: I totally made up Matt. Don't worry. I'll make him go away.