A/N I don't own!
As they were getting their pajamas on, Brennan was so insainly drunk it was hysterical. As Summer pulled on her cotton pants and big night shirt Angela interrupted her.
"Hell no! It's a pajama party, now way are you wearing that!" Angela said in disgust of Summer's flannel pants and over-sized shirt. Summer felt suddenly inadequate against Angela's black nightie and Brennan's short sleeper shorts.
"Here take this, " Angela instructed, tossing her an identical piece of sleepwear.
"Keep it. It's too small."
"Thanks!" Summer said, slipping out of her pajamas and into the new found piece of lingerie. As she did so, Angela reached into the closet and pulled out two bags of clothes.
"I grew out of these ages ago. Are you a show size 9?"
"Uh-huh" Summer beamed.
"So… are we gonna party?" Brennan asked.
Summer and Angela laughed.
"Yeah sweetie we are!"
The rest of the night and early morning was spent with the girls dancing and drinking (Summer had a virgin of whatever Ange and Brennan had.) Then as they were making their way bed, Summer pushed a very drunk Brennan and Angela to the room. The three climbed into the California King sized bed and lay in the middle. Brennan moaned in a drunk bliss and Angela giggled. Summer yawned and turned on her side.
Seconds later the three were fast asleep. In her sleep, Summer placed her leg on Angela and contorsioned her body in such an odd postion, that in the morning when Brennan saw her, it reminded her of Booth.
The next morning they were up at the crack of noon. It had started out with Brennan on the left, Angela on the right and Summer in between, but that had changed. They three lay scattered. Brennan was the first to wake and was surprised by the mass of dark curls that circulated the bed. She shook Summer.
"It's noon."
"My God! I've never slept that late!"
A very sleepy Angela added: "That's because you've never partied Montenegro style."