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[It's not a very unusual site to see Booth and Brennan at the Lux these days, bar stools close together as the sit at the bar enjoying a meal. Today it's brunch and enjoyed in relative peace, even as they discuss the odd entries coming from the journal today.

She gives him a look as she picks up her fork, intending to stab a strawberry off his plate.]

There is absolutely no reason for people to spontaneously burst into song. I do not think it is very funny, either.

[Brennan makes a face, lips twitching to the side as she almost considers what to say next. In those few seconds, some music starts to play in the background. She meets Booth's gaze again and then, quietly, starts to sing:]

People are talkin, talking 'bout people
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it

[Not what she intended to say. But the lyrics keep tumbling out.]



They think we're lovers kept under covers
I just ignore it, but they keep saying

[At this point she stands, fork to lips rather like a microphone.]

We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they're seeing, something we don't, Darlin'

Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love?

[Brennan holds the last night, unable to stop smiling at him as she sings the words with passion and enthusiasm more usually reserved for osteological talks. She takes his hand in hers and pulls him from the stool, towards the center of the restaurant.]

I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now I'm convinced I'm going under
Thinking 'bout you every day
Dreaming 'bout you every night
Hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let's really show it, Darlin'

[Letting go, she waves her hand to gesture to the room as a whole.]

Let's give them something to talk about

[She cocks a finger to gesture for Booth to come closer. When he doesn't, she goes to him. The fork falls to the ground when Brennan opts to move his hands to her hips before then resting her own hands against his upper chest. She leans in, finishing the song quietly, eyes locked with his.]

Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?

Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?

[The music fades, song ending with a kiss.]


[ooc: Open, be it other patrons at the Lux or journal or whatev. All threads timed to after Booth's.]