Hey, so this is a long time coming, I know, and I honestly don't think it's great, but I promise to update soon.

Dancing Without Air

Angela had dragged her friends to clubs before. This was a pure and simple fact. The only thing that was different was that she virtually knew everyone at this one. Strobe and laser lights were flashing hard enough to give its patrons a dizzy, light-headed feeling. Bodies meshed together on the dance floor to move to a horrid song that sounded like it was written by an alien. When they'd finally squeezed their way up to the bar, Angela called to the bartender by name.

"Hey C.J.! Three of the usual." she had to shout over the music.

"You got it, Ange." the man yelled back.

"How do you know all these people?" Brennan asked, wondering how her best friend had known two of the bouncers that greeted them, the coat-checker, and now the bartender.

"This is my favorite club, Sweetie. I come here at least once a week." she responded.

"Why am I not surprised?" Cam asked rhetorically.

Angela only smiled as C.J. returned with three, tall glasses of dark red liquid. Brennan eyed the contents warily and swished it around slightly.

"Just try it, Bren. Loosen up a little and have a drink. It has a berry-like taste to it." her friend coaxed her. Brennan looked back up at the giant smile that Angela was radiating. Booth had warned her about instances like that. She was scheming and he'd been right. Brennan eventually drank from the mystery drink. It did taste like berry, but vodka was the more prominent flavor that invaded her senses.

The artist grinned devilishly. So far, so good.

* * *

Booth walked into the overly-populated club about an hour after the girls. His disguise was rather convincing that he was a tough, anarchist-type of guy. He didn't have any trouble with the bouncers who didn't even card him. That's the way he liked it though; this way he didn't have to explain the difference between the driver's license photo and the way he looked at that point in time. There was a considerable difference.

He'd spotted the trio chatting at the bar from a safe distance. Booth had guessed that Angela didn't want to risk Brennan remembering anything about tonight. She would have to hold off on the interrogation until she was completely wasted. Thank goodness Brennan only looked a little tipsy.

Alright, Seeley, time for the performance of your lifetime, he mentally prepared himself for the hardest audience in the world. Booth adopted the persona and strutted up to the bar. He tapped Brennan on the shoulder and wrapped his arm around the other like a chauvinist.

"Hey baby. Care to dance?"

* * *

Brennan looked at the brave man that dared to address her so informally. She couldn't see his face through the mass of blond hair that hid it. She was assaulted by an eerie feeling that she knew this man from somewhere. The weight of his arm around her shoulders reminded her of Booth's when she'd fall asleep next to him. She looked to her friends, who were at a loss for words. Angela looked like she'd just witnessed murder while Cam looked amused and was waiting to see how Brennan would react.

"…I…" she stuttered unintelligibly. The hand that had rested on her shoulder moved closer to encourage her. One of the mystery man's fingers had stopped to play with a loose curl of Brennan's hair. It was about now that she was about to tell him to take a walk, when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

"That tattoo…it's so familiar…Booth?" thoughts started swarming in her mind at a million miles an hour. The hand that wasn't playing with her hair was held out to her, waiting for her own to meet him halfway. To her friend's utter shock and disbelief, she took that leap and said, "Sure."

She thought she saw a smile underneath all that hair and followed him out to the dance floor. Angela still couldn't speak even as her friend went to dance with the stranger. Cam simply burst into laughter as Brennan and her new dance partner disappeared into the crowd.

Once the odd pair was out of sight, they began moving in time with the beat that thundered throughout the club's speaker system. Brennan moved in closer and examined the tattoo with both eyes at her disposal now. She looked up to meet the blue contacts that smiled at her.

"What are you doing here?" She moved in closer to whisper while keeping in tune to the music.

"I thought we'd have a little fun with Angela, if that's alright with you." Booth said as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"What kind of fun are you suggesting?" Brennan asked conspiratorially. Not only was Brennan angry at the fact that her friend brought her to a club to get drunk in the middle of the week, but also at the fact that it was a bad club.

"Oh, Bones, we're in for a night of kicks and giggles." he replied.

"I think you mean we ourselves are going to be entertained, correct?"

Booth hung his head.