Chapter 8:

Hodgins was leaning up against the car flirting with Angela when he found them.

Angela looked at him and squealed. "Booth! You look fantastic!"

Standing in the flashing lights his white shirt seemed to glow, highlighting his half exposed chest, defining his pectorals even more. His tan cargo pants hung from his hips, hugging his butt and thighs, accentuated by his gun attached to his side and accessorized by brown suspenders, to which he'd attached the fake spider. His hat was tipped at a rakish angle, covering most of his dark wavy hair and the aura of predator seemed to slink out in invisible tendrils from him, ensnaring any female who stepped within a ten foot radius. He ignored them all, but turned a dazzling smile on Angela.

He swept of his explorers hat and took a bow.

"Indiana Jones at your service." His cheek dimpled wickedly.

Angela fanned herself, laughing breathlessly. The man sure knew how to crank the sex appeal factor up a notch..

Brennan walked around the car and came to a full stop. Booth looked… Amazing. Hot. Rugged. And heart-stopping SEXY.

Angela spotted her and smirked. "Bren, there you are!"

Booth turned, and forgot his own name. She looked like a 4o's pinup girl who'd relocated to LA and taken to advertising cupcakes instead of war ads. She looked like a wet dream in the making. He swallowed and reminded himself to breathe..

"Bones! You look…Amazing!"

She came closer and touched the spider on his suspenders. "So do you.." They stared at each other, feeling the pull of sexual attractive and physical need. The world stood still till Hodgins coughed., feeling the need for some attention, "Anybody need a refill?"

Booth downed the rest of his beer and waved it at Hodgins, not able to take his eyes off Brennan. She blushed.

"Let's go dance." He offered his hand to her and she accepted. They moved out onto the dance floor.

Angela nudged Hodgins. "Do you think he knew she's always had a mad crush on Indiana Jones?"

Hodgins looked way too innocent. "I have no idea. I might have mentioned something in passing though."

Angela nodded and rolled her eyes. "Uh huh. You're just a romantic, and you know it."

Hodgins gasped theatrically. "Who me? Never. So about that drink?"

They linked arms and headed off to the bar.