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(tune of "Winter
Wonderland")
Drunken Santas, will be reelin'. No pain
will they be feelin'!
Red suits will be stained, from the booze
that they've drained.
Just another Santa Rampage!!
You can
tell, they've been drinking,
Pretty soon, they'll be
stinkin'
Drunk as a mule, with a beard full of drool
Just
another Santa Rampage!!
Have you ever seen this many
Santas?
Stumblin' and a lookin' like a fool?
Don't you wish
that you could be a Santa?
Smokin' and a drinkin', being
cool?
Why we're out here, is Just Because!
We are rebels,
with a Claus.
So grab a suit and beard.
Come on and get
weird
Join us on a Santa Rampage!!
- Just Another Santa Rampage
Nine Thirty A.M. Saturday December 23rd
The power had still not come back on, but the Squint Squad and Booth were just as happy without it. The smores had turned into a nap and the nap into a good night's sleep. The day dawned dark and gray, Booth and Brennan were passed out on the couch, Zack had made himself a nest of blankets on the floor, and Angela and Hodgins were cuddled in a sleeping bag next to the couch.
Temperance Brennan blinked in the semi-dark, getting to her feet she groaned and put her hand to her, now, throbbing head. That's when it all came back…Angela's party…kissing Booth…alcohol…truth or dare…alcohol…kissing Jack…kissing Zack…and sleeping on top of her partner.
She would have blushed if her head hadn't felt like it had been run over…and over…and over. Instead she made her way to the kitchen, wincing at every noise, "Stupid Angela's game of truth…stupid me for telling the truth!"
In the kitchen, Bones filled a glass with water and searched the cabinets until she came across a very large bottle of Advil. Swallowing two pills she hugged the bottle to her chest and sat down at the counter. She stared blankly at the cookies that were laid out…Santa deserved to have his legs ripped off for causing her this massive head…thing.
She turned at the footsteps behind her, "Booth," she groaned.
He didn't say anything, just took the Advil from her and swallowed a few, chasing it with her water, "Am I dead yet?"
Bones shook her head, "Hurts too much to be dead."
Booth nodded, "We're still stuck here too. Somebody has a sick sense of humor. Tomorrow is Christmas eve. I get Parker because Rebecca is going to Colorado with her boyfriend."
Bones smiled, "That's great Booth. What did you get him?"
"Twister," Booth grinned despite the pain.
Tempe stared at her hands, "I got him some books…they're in my bag, just remind me before you leave."
Booth nodded, "That was nice of you. How did you get here Bones?"
"I took a cab, I had the feeling I wouldn't be able to drive…Angela did underline booze three times."
Booth snorted, "I thought she was kidding, my liquefying brains know better…oh no laughing."
It was Tempe's turn to giggle. She echoed his sentiments and groaned, "This is the last time I go to one of her parties."
Booth nodded, "Next time, we should just stay in and watch a movie."
Even in her hangover Bren was still rather coherent, "We?"
Booth hadn't even noticed the usage, "Well you know you and me, we're friends-we do do that stuff."
"Okay. Do you even remember falling asleep last night?"
Booth shook his head, "I remember chocolate…oh, and I had this really weird dream about Zack and Jack and Star Wars."
Bones eyes widened, "Oh, no, no! That wasn't a dream."
Booth whimpered, "I'm scarred…never have I ever wanted to picture Zack in a gold bikini," he shuddered. "Now I can't get it out of my head."
Bones reached towards him and patted his hand, "I would suggest alcohol to fix that, but in the state we're in, I don't think we could handle it…uhhh."
Booth nodded, "Yeah. At least we have the comfort of knowing we aren't the only ones who will feel this bad."
An evil glint entered Bones' eyes, "Well, I just happened to have decided to accidentally misplace a certain bottle of pain killers. Isn't that just terrible?"
A smirk overtook Booth's features, "Yeah, really terrible…in fact, I think I may have helped 'accidentally misplace' said bottle."
So saying, the pair left the kitchen in search of a good hiding place…a little payback for their alcohol induced stupor.
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Okay, I am sorry that the last chapter was late…the site wouldn't freaking let me add the chapter to the story. Well hey, now you get two in a day! Yay!
Review…I am needing plenty of fluffy ideas…and gift ideas…I'm only one girl…
