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The old famous scent of cinema really hit her nostrils. Her lips twitched at the memory of seeing movies with her dad when she was younger. How she would annoy everyone by asking a question every five minuets, though her dad always answered even when he was really into the movie.

"Here Tempe, at the back" he whispered smiling suggestively.

Her nose crunched as she stared at the seats near the front "what's wrong with these seats?"

Evan laughed lightly rubbing the back of his neck and taking her hand leading her up the steps "much better view up here"

"I'm not to sure; the movie screens angle would suggest the middle…"

"Hey who said I was viewing the screen"

"You did…" the she finally caught on, astonished by his attentions although amused she spoke loudly up the isle "are you planning on persuading me to perform oral sex on you!" an old lady gushed and threw her hands over a the ears of the young boy she was sat. Then giving them, especially Evan, the evilest glare of all time.

"NO!" Evan hissed, flustered by the women's stare. He couldn't believe her sometimes and where the hell had she gotten that answer from him? Cherry faced he spoke again "c'mon up top" shaking his head as they went and sat two rows from the back in isle L. That was embarrassing oh so embarrassing!


Clara waddled like a penguin, well a bright pink one, into the dark theatre booth following closely behind with the drinks and popcorn "are you sure your okay in those heels?"

Clara rolled her eyes 'did she honestly look fine' crunching her fists she bore the pain and answered "yeah, honestly I'm good; I'm so used to it" she the stumbled slightly but booth steadied her without knocking the drinks.

"Hey, maybe we should sit at the front, better view and all that, plus, you can walk there"

Clara shook her head "no way, it's much more romantic at the back" leading him up the stairs, slowly, painfully but surely.

Suddenly the mumbled of an old lady was heard "ha, wouldn't be so sure"


Brennan sat down next to Evan in the burgundy flip chair, His arms gently hanging around the back of her seat. "Why did you say that Tempe?" he whispered in her ear.

Brennan scrunched her nose, it wasn't her fault "you where the one who wasn't making any sense"

Evan aspirated "what did I say that suggested … oral"

"Why are you whispering?" she spoke clearly

It came of his lips before he could stop it "Because, you're just being embarrassing!" her eyes narrowed and her face tightened, he took a deep breath but before he could redeem himself she grabbed her bag to stand up but Evan grabbed the bag away, soon they were playing of tug of war, surprisingly without much sound effect. "Temper, just listen"

"I'm thirsty" she spat back, trying with all her might to own the bag again. Brennan then thought before releasing the bag, on which Evans reflexes failed him and in a stumble Brennan's things fell out of the bag along with her glass bottle of perfume which created a brilliant smash on the floor. Brennan's eyes bulged "looks what you've done now!" she scolded him quietly scrambling her things on the floor dodging the glass.

"Me, you're the one that… where you going"

"I'm thirsty"


"These are good seats" Clara grinned sitting dramatically onto her seat. Stroking the velvet "very romantic"

Guarding his Coca-Cola he sat down next to her though leaning far forward, the awkwardly smiling slurping this drink "isn't this nice"

"It would be much nicer if…" before booth could control it Clara was straddling him, shaking platinum blonde extensions in his face then her enhanced assets. Booths mind went on overload, so many things going through his mind 'I'm not enjoying this' 'this is weird' 'what the hell is she doing with my ear' 'get off' 'what if someone see's' 'and I thinking of bones now why?' 'Okay maybe I know… what's the smell?' 'Are you kidding me? While I think this thing is performing some death digestion ritual on me I can smell her, HER BONES!' 'That's just offensive'. Having enough booth pushes Clara of gently

"Seeley?" she asks curiously whipping her lips

"Umm… hot dog"

"What?"

"I need a hotdog, can't be doing what you where doing" what ever that was, it was like my ear was being sexually attacked by a soggy hover "with an empty stomach."

Gullibly Clara sucked the lie in "oh okay, want me to get you one"

"That be perfect!" booth smiled "now of you go the movies about to start"

"Okay" she rolled her eyes and totted down the steps.


Brennan stood in the line; she wasn't actually thirsty so she didn't exactly know why she was in the line. But clearly too peed at Evan to think about getting out of the line. That was until she saw the feet. Normally high heels were something Brennan was happy to admit she liked wearing, they made her look more feminine and it's been proven to tone the pelvic floor. But this woman's feet where obviously in intense pressure. Brennan had to warn her, and to scold her on her bad treatment of her feet. She strolled toward her, the woman was currently getting into the hotdog cue but Brennan grabbed her forearm and pulled her away. "Excuse me" Barbie squealed, Brennan quickly named her that.

"I think you should be aware of the damage you are doing to your feet"

"Excuse me!" Clara repeated.

"Your high heels" Brennan stated starring down at the in disappointment "you have prominent bunions yes?" With Clara's reaction it was clear Brennan had diagnosed her right. "You should see a doctor soon, am I right in guessing your feet are slowly turning on an angle" Clara still didn't speak but Brennan carried on "well if you are its most likely a deformity called hammertoes, its called this because your toe resembled a hamm-"

Clara interrupted Brennan by putting her hand in Brennan's face "If I wanted to see my doctor I would"

"But you in extreme-"

"Shh" Clara spat "I don't care you freak, what kind of person goes up to a strangers about wearing high heels" she then flicked her hair and tried to walk away but Brennan followed

"Well a forensic anthropologist like me would" Brennan chimed following her, Clara turned around suddenly her eyes narrow and lips turned up in an angry scrunch.

"Look, I'm on a date with an F.B.I agent, carry on talking to me and I will get you kicked out!" She threatened her, but Brennan laughed.

"My partner is an FBI agent and I'm on a date with a 6'10 boxer, I think id win if our dates where to physically compare"

"Listen creepy talk to me again and you'll regret it"

Brennan huffed, some people just cant be helped "fine" Clara nodded "but you'll regret not seeing the doctor more" with that Brennan went back to evan.


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