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Drinks and Dads

"Okay, Dr. Brennan, I want you to make some drinks behind the bar for your co-workers", Steve the director said as his 'actors' surrounded him for the brief.

He had let them play around for the past hour, and now it was down to business. This was the last officially scripted scene. All of Sunday would be filming in fillers for the gaps for the script. The director watched through his sunglasses as the forensic anthropologist went around to the other side of the bar. Her face turned a colour he had never seen before as she saw the array of alcoholic beverages before her. He decided that they would drink all of these once they had finished, maybe they would disappear just like the leftovers from yesterday that they had left out at lunch.

"Are these all real", she asked as she picked up a bottle of wine.

"Yes, we thought we'd treat you all after filming", Steve said before walking over to his director's circle.

Angela had an almighty smile upon her face as the director walked off. "What else do they have under there Bren?", she asked before she walked over to her place with Cam and Hodgins.

Sweets seemed to have a stomach upset after lunch and went home half way through the fun of mucking around with the blue boxes. Steve told him it was fine as he might require Sweets to be the sober one tomorrow, whatever that meant.

Booth sat down on the barstool on his side of the bar, and watched in amazement as two crew members brought over one of the skeletons and sat it down next to him. As the crew members left, Booth picked up the skeletons right hand and shook its arm. "Nice to meet you", Booth said through his laughter.

"It won't talk back to you Booth", Brennan told him.

"I know Bones, it's a joke", he said smiling at her as she picked up a cocktail maker.

She shook it next to her ear. "There's liquid in here Booth", she told him.

"Well duh Bones, it's for sound effects", he told her as he sorted out his tie.

He looked down the bar to see the other three smiling and thumbing up to him. "Hey Dr. B, I'll have a whisky", Hodgins shouted down.

"Yeah, Cam and I will have a pinot gringo", Angela added.

The three at the other began laughing, Brennan smiling, but then taking it all too literal. "Booth, which one is which", she asked him as she started looking through the collection of drinks.

"Bones it's a joke", Booth laughed as he reached over and stopped her.

"Oh", she said in realisation.

"Just pass down some glasses", he said pointing over to the cabinet behind her.

She bent down and took out four glasses from the cupboard. There were so many varieties; tall, short, some with necks, and some that just looked impossible. As she was trying to remember what she normally got her drinks in a bar in, she remembered the one main point. None of this was real, and that her friends were joking with her. Oh how she hated jokes. Brennan just took out the four glasses close to her and placed them on the bar before Booth. He took one, and Hodgins had come down to get the other three.

"OKAY GUYS, WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO DO THIS IN ONE TAKE", Steve shouted down his megaphone from the director's corner, "LIGHTS".

The white light changed to the spinning disco balls and flashing multicolour, and the remains of the crew moved behind the camera. Booth smiled at his partner who he could tell, was getting another rush, just like he was. She smiled back before picking up the cocktail mixer ready to start shaking it.

"QUIET ON SET, MARK", and the increasingly annoying sound of clapperboards rang around the room, "CUE MUSIC, AND ACTION".

The ever so familiar tune of 'Dead Man's Party" blasted out of the speakers as Brennan began shaking the cocktail. Booth raised his glass to her, smiling. But as he raised his arm, his jacket caught on the skeleton next to him, and it knocked over. Angela saw this on the other end and began laughing. Steve on the other hand was trying to catch his 'actors' attentions to tell them to keep going, as this was good comical interaction.

Thankfully, Booth saw him out of the corner of his eyes, and started picking the bones up from the floor. Brennan gave him an odd look as her partner continued, but then saw Steve doing a frantic dance behind the camera. Even though she knew that she didn't understand speechless conversation, she got the fact that Steve wanted to her to continue, or maybe he was performing a since extinct mating dance of a civilisation she learnt about in her first year of university. She chose the first option and watched as Booth passed up the plastic bones which she had spent a good fifteen minutes putting together.


The five watched the footage from the three cameras after their wonderful performance. They agreed with Steve, there was no need to shoot anymore. They all laughed at Brennan's reaction to Booth knocking over the skeleton. The look she gave him was one that could kill. "Alright then guys, your rewards are that you can have any cocktail or drink you want from that bar before we send it back to the Fox studios. We are proud of our method acting back at Fox", Steve said before he himself made his way over to the fake bar.

"What're you going to have Bones?", Booth asked as he helped his partner balance as she took off her heels.

"Beer I think. One of us has to stay relatively sober to drive us all home", she said as they began making their ways over to the bar.

"Whatever you want Bones", Booth told her as they sat down.

The man behind the bar was one of the guys from catering. The five told him what they all wanted, and within seconds they all had what they wanted. "Proper glasses too", Hodgins said as he took a sip from his whisky.

"Much better than the beakers we are normally left with", Angela added before eating the olive in her drink.

"Good imagery though I must say. Scientists having drinks out of granulated beakers used in experiments", Cam contributed.

"So tomorrow, we are just mucking about again", Brennan questioned her friends who were more with the situation than she was.

"Yeah", Angela replied, "Over heard Steve say something about Sweets free forming. Can't wait to see that".


Temperance Brennan opened the door to her apartment, and through her bag over onto her sofa. She had spent the past half an hour dropping off her rather plastered friends to their separate places of residence. Booth will discover tomorrow he is without a car, he was so drunk that he fell asleep as soon as he fell onto his sofa, as it was now parked outside Brennan's apartment. She would have to wake up a bit earlier tomorrow so she could go and pick him up along with her hopefully sober friends.

She looked at her watch. Half past eleven. She had just enough time to check her emails before having a shower and going to bed. She picked up her laptop off the island in her kitchen and made her way over to her sofa. As she sat down, something moved underneath her, and made a groaning noise. Someone was asleep on her sofa. The anthropologist turned hastily around to see who this invader was. She sighed in relief as she recognised the sleepy figure. It was her dad.

"Tempe, is that you?", he said as he yawned.

"Dad, what are you doing here this late, on a Saturday night?", she asked as she put the heavy laptop down on the coffee table where Booth's feet had taken residence this morning.

"I came to see you, but you weren't here, so I let myself in with that key you gave me", he said as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

She sat down next to him, and gave him a hug. "It's okay dad. Do you want to stay here for the night, it is really late now".

"If you want me to", he said smiling at her, "I heard that you are going to be on TV".

"Oh it's nothing", she said standing up and making her way over to the fridge, "Do you want a drink?".

"Tempe, being on TV isn't 'nothing'. Tell me please", he smiled at her as reached into the fridge, "I'll have a beer if you don't mind".

She came back over, two bottles of cold beer in her hands. "It is a charity event. I apparently agreed to it without even knowing".

"Never thought you would become an actor. Although, when you were seven, you nearly convinced your mother and I that you were going to be in show business. You got yourself up on the school stage for a school performance, and were going to sing a solo act".

"I remember, I got stage fright and never performed again".

"No you sung, proved us all wrong. Afterwards you told us you were never going to that ever again".

"I still think it is a bad idea, me being on a stage. Especially after what happened last time I got brave".

"Don't worry honey. I can't wait to see it though. Do you know when it's going to be on?".

AN: I have no clue when it comes to drinks. Sorry there has been a lack of updating but my teachers have decided to give me homework instead of 'revision', so I haven't had any free time to update. I think I can finish this in two more chapters, hopefully, cause I want to get back to my other fanfics.