Jon rushed in with his guitar. He gently placed it on the stage and rushed out again. Tony and Booth shot eachother looks. It was perfectly normal for Brennan's friends to act weird, but for Jon to do so...

When Jon entered again holding a sound pedal, he said, "I got five bucks HOTHWFP."

Booth understood, "Nope, I say ROBT."

"Oh, Ha ha," Tony said, "Seriously, Jon, what are you doing?"

"Preparing," Jon said as he slipped plugged his guitar into the karaoke amps and slid the strap over his head.

"For what?"

"That," he pointed to the door and began to play. Tony's brain slowed down to a crawl.

In what seemed like slow motion, Ziva entered the restaurant. Clad in skintight leather pants and a leather vest that left nothing to the imagination, bicker boots borrowed from Abby that added four inches to her legs, a leather biker jacket over her shoulder. And a fiery look in her eye.

He was dimly aware of Jon playing a modified version of American Woman.

"Israeli Woman!

Stay away from meeeee-heee!"

Booth nodded as Tony's jaw dropped, "Yep, definitely Hit Over The Face With a Frying Pan."

"I am not sure as to the point of the ball," Ziva said, "Aren't balls supposed to be fancy and poosh?"

"Posh," Booth said, Tony still having not recovered, "And the annual Crime Dance is supposed to be a fun thing. Police Explorers, JROTC, and CAP, all dress like crooks and have a good time."

"And our theme was Heaven's Demons?" Ziva asked, "Tony, my eyes are up here," she added, feeling her self-esteem rise.

"Hell's Angels," Tony corrected(his words and vision), "Except for Roy Montegomery," he named the Cadet Commander of the local Police Explorers unit, "His pimp-tastic gettup is a tradition." His and Booth's getup was black t-shirts, black jeans, and black leather jackets.

"I am still not sure why prostitution is illegal everywhere but Nevada," Ziva said, "If you are going to ban it, why not ban it everywhere?"

"It is illegal everywhere in the US," Booth explained, "Thing is, most police agencies operating in Las Vegas aren't worried so much catching the hookers as catching the human traffickers who bring them here."

"Like weed in my native California," Jon said, stepping down from the stage.

"Or Mexican Coke," Tony said.

"For the last time," Booth said, "Mexican Coke isn't illegal."

"It is when Abby gets a hold of it," he pointed to Abby photo on the wall, captioned Sugar-Free Only! Abby had tried getting the restaurant to take it down. After failing to get her own mother and ACLU to support her, she settled on a boycott.

"Special circumstance," Jon said, looking at his watch and climbing onto the stage again. He smiled, "Tony, I got five bucks on ROBT when Brennan gets here."

"I'll take it with Frying Pan," Tony agreed.

"I don't know why you do that," Booth said, "Me and Brennan are just going out as friends."

He heard the door open and turned around to see.

"American Woman!

Stay away from meeee-heee!"

Brennan strutted down the restaurant like she owned the place. She was dressed in a black fishnet shirt with a black bra underneath, black leather pants and high heeled boots. Somehow, the dark of her clothing made her cerulean blue eyes brighter. Indeed, she obviously drew inspiration from Heather Graham in Lenny Kravitz's music video American Woman. Booth's jaw hit the floor. Tony snapped his finger in frustration. It did look like Booth got Run Over By a Truck.

"I do not understand these classifications of expressions," Ziva told Tony, "If Booth indeed was run over by a truck, he'd look to be in pain."

"It's more of surprise," Tony explained, "If you were run over by a truck, wouldn't you be surprised?"

"I'd be more worried about my lack of situational awareness," Ziva said.

"I would indeed be very surprised to be run over by a truck," Brennan said, "And judging from his facial expression and the position of his eyes so that they get maximum view of my breasts, I would say that he is sexually attracted, quite possibly aroused."

That snapped Booth out of it, "Bones, remember that talk we had about what is and is not acceptable to talk about in public?"

"I doubt anyone can hear me over the sound of Trev playing Lenny Kravitz's rendition of The Guess Who's American Woman, created for the comedy film Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me," she defended.

"She can remember all that yet doesn't know who P!nk is," Tony observed.

"And besides, with what we are wearing, it would not take much effort to imagine a scenario which would enable you to masturbate," Brennan observed.

Jon stopped playing abruptly and covered the mike, "This is why I hang out with you guys."

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