80.) Boots*
"Jim, why do you need rubber boots?" Although Bones really didn't want to know the answer, he could do damage control if he had one. At least, he should be able to keep the kid from getting killed if he had some idea what was going on.
"I don't want to have to decontaminate my feet." Jim didn't even look up from tucking his pants into the boots.
"Jim, it's only a meeting discussing how we plan to conduct tomorrow's negotiations for class."
"Exactly. We're getting the bullshit out of the way today, even if I have to kick ass to do it. I'm not failing this class."
Picking up his bag, Bones added a supply of flu shots to it. If things got out of hand, he'd hypo the idiots into behaving themselves. Hopefully Jim wouldn't need those boots.
Written: 8-20-2011
Word Count: 140
