Hey hey par-tay people! Time time time for a new chapter!

First, bad news. I most likely won't be updating next week 'cause I'm helping out at bible camp. It goes on in the morning, which is when I write. So who knows, maybe something will happen and I can write one morning, otherwise I'll be attempting to update at, like 4 am. :)

Congrats to Preppi101 who guessed correctly what I was eating when I wrote my last chapter! Your idea is going to be in an upcoming chapter. Not this one, 'cause I already had an idea for this chapter.

ONWARD!

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Brennan's POV:

"Sweets, that was actually one of the most horrible things I have ever had to do," Angela complained as we made our way back to the hotel. Everyone had been complaining the entire way back. I personally did not care for the dancing lesson, but it was actually kind of fun. Booth was a fairly good dancer, he had helped me out a lot.

"Bones, didn't you agree that that session of torture was the worst thing he could do to us?" Booth asked, poking me in the shoulder. I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't particularlly enjoy that," I explained, "But I did have a good time."

"Bren, you and Booth fell down the stairs!" Angela screamed, "How on Earth did you have a good time?"

"I... I don't know. I just did," I said, very unrationally. It was a weird feeling.

"That is good! That is very good! Do you feeling this team building?" Sweets said as we entered the lobby.

"No," Jack said flatly, "That brought back terrible memories from my childhood." Cam let out a snort and pressed the button for the elevator.

"You had to take dance classes?"

"Yes. I prefer not to talk about it. Bad times." The door slid open and we all piled in. We rode upstairs in silence and then proceeded to head into the guys' suite. Theirs was very silimar to ours, perhaps a little bit smaller. But theirs had a beautiful view of the skyline. I went over to the picture window and pressed my hand up against the glass. The sky had faded into a warm, rich orange and rose color that made me just a little bit happier. I felt a hand on me and turned around.

"It's lovely, isn't it?" Angela asked.

"Yes, it is. We don't have a view like that back home."

"I know." A small smile spread across her face. It was gone in a flash. "Come on. Sweets told us to go get dressed. We're going out somewhere." Cam had already left to change in our room.

"Oh. Okay." We headed back to our suite. I had no idea what to wear. "Angela, what should I wear?" She appeared in my room in an instant, a gleam in her eyes.

"Can I dress you?" she begged, "Please, Bren, it would be soooo much fun! Just let me do it." I let out a sigh and went through the options in my mind. What could be wrong with this? A lot, but it would make Angela happy. And we were supposed to be building bonds.

"Sure. Why not?" Angela squealed, gave me a hug, and ran into the closet. She came back a moment later with an armload of options. She sorted through the clothes, murmuring to herself and tossing options aside. She held up a dress: a simple, grey and white striped dress with a bubble skirt.

"That?" I asked skeptically. I had bought that awhile back when I had a brief relationship and wore it once. I didn't even really know why I had brought it with me.

"Yes, this. Hmmm... we'll need a belt. I know! Let me get this one I have. Be right back!" Angela rushed to her room and I slid the dress over my head. The cool, soft cotton kissed my skin and I felt this slight power, this confidence fill my feet. The skirt bubbled out to my mid-thigh and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked... good.

"Oh, sweetie, fabulous!" she exclaimed, holding a blue suede belt in her hands. She clipped it around my waist and smiled. "Now, put on those pointy toe heels." She motined to black shoes she had convinced me to buy years ago that I never did. I rolled my eyes and did as I was told. I didn't like not being in charge, making my own decisions. I liked being independent. I've been on my own for so long, I do everything myself. It was hard for me to just let someone pick out one outfit for me.

"Are you sure I should wear this?" I asked. I looked at her over my shoulder. "It isn't very me."

"But, but, but you look so pretty! You said I could dress you!" Angela pouted.

"Fine. I'll wear it." She gave me a huge hug.

"Fab. I'm going to go get dressed. Do your makeup, kay?" She left before I could say anything, so I just lined my eyes and put on a fresh coat of lipstick. I brushed my hair and let it fall around my face. Then I looked up at myself in the mirror.

I didn't recongize myself.

But, honestly, I kind of liked it.

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Sorry that was kind of short, but I didn't wanna give away where they were going yet! :) LOL, I hope you liked this one! Please review and let me know what you think.

xo, Chantal