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Prompt: booth, angela; the man in the wall; if brennan's not gonna buy a ticket on that ride...

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Booth sat at the counter, nursing his drink. He heard the sounds of someone sitting on the stool beside him, but didn't look up until he felt the hand on his arm, and heard the husky "Hi, stranger".

He grinned. "Hi, Angela. What brings you to Wong Foo's?"

Angela spun around on her stool so that she was facing him, and moved her hand up to his shoulder, than down his chest. "I was thinking that you could buy me a drink, and then we could get to know each other a bit better."

Booth was momentarily stunned - she was hitting on him? - but quickly recovered. "We work together, Angela. It might be ... weird, if we were involved."

She smiled up at him. "I'm not looking for a relationship, but I think we could have a lot of fun tonight. You look like you're good in bed, and I know I'm good in bed. What could it hurt?"

His mind raced as he looked at her sunny smile. She was so straightforward, so easy to read, not like ... some other people. What could it hurt?

He grinned. "How about I buy you that drink, and we see where the night takes us?"