Disclaimer- I don't own Bones… Poor me and all of us who want Eric Millegan so bad…

Author's Note- you all probably hate me for this but I'm really not going to put any BB action in these first five or six chapters. I'm trying this new thing called "Turn down the fluff!" I know I'm going to get some good and bad responses to this thing of mine, but frankly, I'm kind of fed up with all these fics where they magically fall in love in the first few paragraphs! Most of these stories don't have very good plotlines because they lack a conflict. If everything is happy-go-lucky, and nothing goes wrong, there is no conflict! To those who do write like that, I know how you feel. This is what we, as hardcore Bones fans, fantasize about. I have to stop myself from making them kiss every second. All just my opinion so please don't flame. We can agree to disagree. If you hate me now, I guess you don't have to read the chapter but here goes!


Temperance looked at her defeated reflection. Yet again, Angela had convinced her to have fun, which was usually not Temperance's kind of fun. The artist was taking her to a nightclub filled with alcohol and pot fumes. The bathroom smelled like cow shit and the dance floor was flooded with the sticky sweat of the gyrating orgasmic dancers. Yes, definitely not Temperance's kind of fun. For Angela, however, it was sex heaven.

Temperance adjusted her top. It was a tight black tube top that Angela picked out for her. In Tempe's opinion, she looked like a prostitute. Temperance insisted on wearing her usual black dress pants and black boots, but Angela informed her that the club got pretty steamy. Tempe agreed on a black knee high skirt and black strappy sandals. She put her hair up in a half ponytail and left her make up as it was. She would probably sweat it all off anyway. She heard Angela's car honk as Tempe pulled up her shirt so as not to display as much cleavage. Then she grabbed a jacket on her way to the car.

"Oh my god!" Angela shrieked as Temperance walked up. "You look so hot! You'll have no trouble at all finding a sexy dance partner."

Temperance opened the passenger side door and slid into Angela's silver Mitsubishi Eclipse GS-T Spyder. "I don't intend on dancing much, Ange."

Angela revved the engine. "What? You have to! It'll clear you head."

"What does dancing have to do with making an unambiguous decision concerning Booth?" Temperance inquired.

"Nothing, sweetie. You just keep thinking about Booth and Hawaii and tossing the whole assignment over and over in your head. I'm thinking it'd be good to forget about it for a while. Maybe you'll decide on something in the shower. You might even focus on the Booth part of your problem in there, too. I usually do." Angela grinned.

Shocked, Temperance turned to Angela in disbelief. "You think about Booth in the shower?"

Angela sighed. "Tempe. Don't act so innocent. I know you have imaginary sex with him, too." The scientist gawked. "You can't deny it!" Temperance shook her head and groaned as her friend smirked, satisfied and pulled out of the driveway and drove off.

The girls arrived at the club an hour before midnight. Temperance was frazzled from her conversation with Angela. Booth was attractive, sure. Contradicting that would be preposterous, but she didn't fantasize about him. Their relationship was merely professional.

As if she read her mind, Angela remarked, "You can never have a professional relationship with a man sweetie. It's illogical." They passed the club bouncer flashing their Ids. "Now, Tempe. I order you to get drunk and have a great experience with the first sex god you find." With that said, Angela went straight to the dance floor.

"I don't anticipate meeting a Scorpio or Dionysus," Temperance muttered. She made her way to the bar and sat down, ordering vodka on the rocks and obviously wanting to get drunk as fast as possible. She was silent as the bartender set the drink down in front of her. Temperance stared at the clear liquid in the crystal cup for a moment and began to drink.

When Angela, drenched in sweat, found Temperance about forty-five minutes later, the forensic anthropologist on her sixth drink and completely intoxicated. Angela, at the time, thought it was hilarious. She and a guy she had been dancing with the whole time sat next to Tempe. "Hey sweetie. I am so proud of you! Now, there is just one thing left for you do accomplish, which I don't think will be too difficult. This here," Angela pointed to the guy next to her. "Is a man and I want you to have sex with him."

Temperance acknowledged the guy with a glare. She fought for her words and slowly said, "I am disinclined to acquiesce your request," she slurred.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Jake, baby. I'm gonna share you with my friend here." She nodded to the drunken mass of scientist sitting by her. "You guys go dance while I have a drink." She nudged Tempe. "Loosen up, sweetie. We're not going home until you get laid."

Jake took Temperance by the hand and she didn't resist as he led her onto the dance floor. "So Angela is a bit hard on you, right?" Tempe nodded. He pulled her close to him and they started swaying their hips to the beat of Check On It by Beyonce as Angela was getting more and more drunk with her Sour Apple martinis and dancing on the tables singing karaoke.

A couple minutes later, "Let's get out of here," Jake whispered in Tempe's ear and she nodded in consent.


Thank you all so much for your reviews! This is the most I've gotten for just two chapters! I'm glad you like my story. This is my first Bones fic so go easy on me if I don't get the characters right or anything... Was it just me, or was the document manager thing screwed up yesterday? Also as a side note, if the next chapter gets too... inappropriate, which I hope it won't (everything is just implied), please tell me and I'll change the rating. Thank you for reading. Review! Please and thank you!