Chapter 7:
Booth walked into the crowded room and weaved his way to the bar. A glossy blonde tried to ensnare him, but he managed to escape her clutching hands. The bartended looked up as he approached, and Booth did a double take. "Sweets?"
"Hey Agent Booth. Don't worry, you're not hallucinating. The real bartender is taking a phone call. I'm just filling in."
Booth shook his head in relief. "I'll have a beer please. Have you seen Bones yet?"
Sweets passed him the beer. "Her and Angela are holding court over by the race car."
"The race car? Hodgins brought it INSIDE?"
"That dude has some serious money man."
"No kidding." Booth paid for his drink and headed off in the direction Sweets had pointed out.
He made his way around the dance floor, past goblins, witches, and more than one clown.
They still gave him the heeby jeebies but not as bad as before. He figured shooting the one must have cured him somehow.
A busty brunette bumped into him and gave him a feel before moving on.
He smirked into his beer and sidestepped a couple furiously making out and scanned the room again. There was too many people.
He vaguely recognized a lab tech underneath layers of Eskimo gear, and spotted a mermaid that could only be Daisy. That girl could out perk the Legally Blonde chick.
He grabbed a chair and stood on it, craning his neck to see. Spotting the car, he jumped down and forced his way over to it, holding his beer above his head so that the gyrating dancers didn't spill it.
