"This is awkward," Booth said, downing a shot.
"You're telling me," Brennan said, also downing a shot.
"What's with the screen name Arizona?"
"My nickname Tempe. Tempe is in Arizona. I understand your screen name. I don't know why I didn't put it together before."
"It could be because I had someone help me write some of the letters to you. Articulation doesn't always work with me."
"So what are we going to do? I mean, we've been living off this fantasy and now reality strikes. I'm not sure what to do," Brennan said, signaling the bartender for another round of shots.
"I don't know what we're going to do. We could play it by ear for tonight," Booth said. Brennan wondered what he meant by play it by ear. She looked across the table at him. He was smiling and he reached for her hand. He held it tight and stared into her eyes. The silence lingered for a moment, the whole place quieting around them as if someone turned the volume down on the patrons. She thought about the next logical step in their equation and didn't pull back when Booth gently placed his lips on hers. His free hand brushed her hair back, away from her face. She could feel the electricity sparking off his fingertips onto her skin. When the kiss broke, she drew in a deep breath.
"I think for tonight, I could handle playing by ear," she muttered. His hand still hadn't left hers, holding it tightly.
"Your place or mine?" Booth asked, his eyes never breaking from hers.
"Yours."