7. LIVE WIRE - Motley Crue
"Hurry up, dick wad."
Seeley felt someone shove his shoulder. They were standing in a crush of people and had nowhere to go, but Toby shoved anyway. From the shit eating grin on his face, the dude was feeling the hit of acid they'd scored earlier in the park.
"Go where, fuck stain?" Seeley asked, but Toby just sank down into a knee bend and sprang back up, trying to see over the milling crowd. His skinny ass suddenly at eye level was the funniest thing Seeley had ever seen. He laughed, and it looked like blue and purple swirls against the sky.
The guy in front of them turned around, frowning out from under his red mohawk and full adult height. "You guys on drugs?"
Seeley tried to say no, but all he could do was hold onto Toby and howl. He seriously thought he might piss from laughter.
"Whatever," mohawk went back to ignoring them. He thought they were too young to matter. Toby was still laughing, but Seeley felt anger twisting. He wanted to smash the guys fucking face in. Instead he just hauled Toby back up, and settled for a glare. He couldn't afford to get busted for fighting. The pigs would tell Pops about any dirty piss tests. He'd have to behave, keep the old man believing good ol' Seeley was out playing stick ball with the fellows.
"Dude!" Toby cried as the crowd suddenly surged. He tried to pull Seeley along, but he shook off the hand. He was Seeley Booth, and no one was ever going to tell him what do to.