A/N: The long awaited 19th chapter is now up (as you can see, since you are here). Goldy and I FINALLY caught each other on line and even had enough time to write something. We hope you like and that it brings a little chuckle to you life.

Angela lends closer to the mirror and reapplied her red lipstick

Angela leaned closer to the mirror and reapplied her red lipstick. She double-checked the rest of her makeup and then stepped away and took in her full image. Her red dress was intended to draw attention, even if she wasn't looking for anything more than a dance or two. Her black thigh boots gave her legs an even longer appearance, and she had pulled her hair back to give herself a clean, youthful look. The artist took a deep breath, and then smiled. She couldn't believe it was her best friend that suggested they go out this evening, and even mentioned that they'd take Booth along to make sure that any unwanted attention stayed that way. The idea seemed nice, especially since they were planning to go to her favorite club for some drinks. Angela put her lipstick away, gave her reflection a nod, and then left the restroom to head back to Booth and Brennan. She had just come back into the main room of the club, when she noticed a guy checking her out. She took him in out of the corner of her eye, smiled at what she saw, and then continued on her way.

"Here Ange, a little something for you," Booth said when she finally reached the table. He handed her a drink and clinked her glass with his before they both took a drink. Brennan watched the two of them for a moment and looked back out at the teeming crowd on the dance floor.

"I think we should join them out there, especially you Angela. You've seemed upset recently."

"Oh, I'm not sure if I'm in the mood to dance right now."

"Yes you are," Brennan said, grabbing her friend's hand. "You dressed me up in this dress..."

"Which looks very good on you," Booth interrupted, stopping at the look his partner threw him.

"And now you're going to dance," Brennan went on, pulling Angela with her to the dance floor. Angela knew it was pointless to argue. When her friend got something in her head, there was no changing her mind. She did have to admit though that the beat of the music was catchy, and without realizing, she was already moving to the rhythm. Maybe Bren was right after all. She needed this. The two women danced together, both laughing, and Booth kept a close eye on them both, especially Brennan in her black mini dress.

"Thanks, Bren, I really needed this," Angela said with a smile.

"You would do the same for me."

"Yeah, I would and have, and as I recall that didn't go so well."

"Hello, ladies," a voice said, drawing their attention. Both women turned to see who was talking to them. The man was tall and well built, but seemed a bit smarmy with his partially unbuttoned shirt and gold chains dangling around his neck.

"Hey yourself," Angela said as she moved closer to Brennan. Maybe if they pretended to be lovers he'd leave them be. However, the sight of them dancing together made the man smile even wider.

"You ladies here…ya know, together?"

"You could say that," Angela said, grabbing Brennan's hand. "Excuse us." They started back toward the table, hoping that the sight of Booth would scare the guy away, but to their horror, the Special Agent wasn't there.

"Yeah? You into that sort of thing," He said as he moved in closer, the press of bodies around them making escape impossible. Angela was mentally cursing the fact that Booth made Brennan swear not to take out anyone who made unwanted advances.

"Listen, we're kinda here with somebody," Brennan put in. "And he'll be back in a minute."

"I bet you are," the man said with a smile. "Just tell me who and how much." Brennan and Angela looked at each other with blank eyes. Then they both began to understand what the guy meant. A smirk graced Angela's face and she tightened her grip on Brennan's arm before the auburn haired woman could say anything to contradict the man's assumption. The artist ran a hand down the guy's arm making a note to scrub her hands thoroughly a little bit later.

"Honey, you couldn't afford us, but individually, we might be able to make a deal." Brennan looked at her friend, shocked at what she was implying.

"Ange!"

"I'm listening," the man said.

"Well, normally I wouldn't do this, but, ya know, our guy lets us play favorites from time to time." By now, Angela had caught sight of Booth returning to the table. "You see that guy over there? Go tell him your plan and he'll work out a good deal for you."

"Really?" the man asked.

"Oh yeah," Angela answered, and then licked her lips for effect. The man looked over them both one more time before he smoothed a hand over his gold chains. Angela's smile grew wicked as she watched the man saunter over toward where Booth sat at the table.

"I can't believe you let that man think we're prostitutes. Do you have any idea how Booth will react?"

"Oh yeah," Angela said. "I know exactly how Booth will react. Just like that." Brennan turned in time to see Booth lay a fist across the man's face and the guy hit the floor. A smile spread over the anthropologist's face as she and Angela watched Booth bodily remove the man from the bar.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too."