A/N: I apologize for the late update, was having technical issues with putting up this chapter this past week. Finally... success!
Chapter 4 - The Execution
"Bones... what are you doing?" Booth asked while watching Brennan go around the living room, placing one of the statues she bought during an excavation in Guatemala in various locations of the living room, pausing, looking at it with great concentration before moving it again.
"I am trying to execute the correct atmosphere," Bones explained before moving the Mask to the windowsill.
"So we are having an execution tonight, are we?" Booth joked.
"Well given that executions are not a common afterthought of our events for the evening-" Bones started, skipping entirely past Booth's joke, before she looked up and saw his smile. Her smile slowly grew, "oh you are making a joke again."
"Nothing gets past you Bones. So what are you trying to execute here exactly?"
"Well according to my reading, many people experience a euphoric feeling when partaking in marijuana. I am just trying to set up this room in a way that would instigate euphoria. I have placed almost everything in the ideal locations, but I am finding it difficult to place this Guatemalan mask," Bones finished with frustration while picking up the mask again and moving it to the other side of the couch.
"Why don't you just put it next to that other mask?"
"Booth! If I do that the whole symmetry would be off, and we could not help but concentrate on the masks which might hinder us experiencing euphoria to its full potential."
"Forget about euphoria for a second Bones. Imagine we have just come back home from a long day at work-"
"which we have," Bones stated factually.
"Yes," Booth continued soothingly without skipping a beat, "and it's just you and me, and all you want to do is relax. Where do you think you would like the mask to be?"
At this point Booth had his arms around Bones' waist, standing behind her and breathing lightly into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment before suddenly opening them and breaking from Booth's hold, placing the mask at the left edge of the mantle. She walked up to Booth and kissed him lovingly.
"How is it you know exactly what to say?" She asked into his lips before continuing to kiss him.
"Years of practice," he smiled into their kiss. Just as their kissing session started getting especially heated, they heard an exaggerated cough behind them. They broke apart to see Angela standing in the living room doorway, tapping her foot as though impatient, while seeming highly entertained by the sights that was in front of her moments ago.
"Sorry Ange-" Brennan began to explain, but Angela just raised her hand to quiet Brennan.
"Sweetie, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off a man like that either," she said with a wink in his direction. Booth rolled his eyes and smiled back. He was used to Angela's inappropriate comments for years now, and secretly he was excited that it was back. That meant their friendship was back, and for a while he was worried it might never be. Now here he was about to share an experience that only real friends could share.
Angela and Brennan were chatting away happily on the couch while Booth was preparing snacks when the doorbell rang. Just as Bones started to get up to go to the door, Booth stopped her.
"No need for that Bones," he said before yelling to the door, "you used to live here you know, just walk in! Ringing the doorbell..." Booth mumbled to himself the last phrase while grabbing the cheese and chips and bringing them to the table as Sweets walked in with a few bags in his hands.
"Hey guys, I brought all the goods," Sweets said as he placed the bags on the table, "we got the snacks, we got the movies, we got the variety of smoking paraphernalia, and last but not least," Sweets paused while he reached for his pocket and took out a small ziploc bag, "we got the weed."
"Told you Sweets would follow through," Booth said to Brennan with a proud smile.
"You said that?" Sweets asked, clearly greatly flattered.
"Yeah, no need to get touchy-feely about it Sweets," Booth teased as he helped Sweets unload the bags. As Booth took out an assortment of junk food, including jerky, three kinds of dip and four kinds of chips, Sweets took out the paraphernalia.
"Ooooh what's that one?" Brennan asked curiously, looking at a glass concoction unlike anything else she had ever seen."
"A bong," Sweets and Angela said in unison.
"this one looks like a pipe but it is made out of glass, is this common?" Brennan continued her questioning.
"In the 70's pieces were usually made out of wood or metal. However, once it was discovered you inhale much less of glass than wood or metal when you're smoking through it, glass grew more popular and now it is the most popular material to make various paraphernalia with," Sweets explained.
"We have got to cut down on the nerd talk if we are about to get high," Booth interrupted as he saw Bones reaching for a water piper, clearly ready to continue her questioning.
"Amen," Angela agreed with Booth. Sweets shook his head and quickly mouthed 'I'll tell you more later' to Brennan. She nodded enthusiastically in return before walking over to Booth.
"So which do you think is best to start with?" She asked, observing the laid-out materials on the table.
"Well we have to start with a joint," Angela suggested. Everyone turned their heads to look at her quizzically.
"Why a joint specifically?" Sweets asked for everyone.
"Because all we have ever seen in movies and tv is that it always starts with a joint," Angela explained.
"Which means we should start with anything but a joint," Brennan said decisively, "and I would actually recommend we start with this pipe."
"But why not a joint? That is what everyone does after all."
"But were are not like everyone Angela."
Angela considered this for a moment before smiling at Brennan and saying, "alright Sweetie, I'm sold. So shall we begin?"