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[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Sweets is wandering into the game room, just looking for something to do after the long day. Maybe he'll play some video games. Maybe he'll just play some music. He isn't entirely sure yet, but he's stopping when he passes one of the tables and spots an old cowboy figurine that's lying around.

He can't help it. He gives a bit of a smile. As he goes to pick it up. and then he feels a bit ... inspired]

♪ Wish I was, yeah, a wild west hero. ♪

[there's a pause, and he continues walking into the room]

♪ Sometimes I look up high and then I think there might, just be a better life.
Away from all we know, that's where I wanna go out on the wild side. ♪

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[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[he's already there and pacing, though he whirls on the psychologist once he's within sight] Sweets, great! Perfect.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Is everything okay, Agent Booth?

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[ignoring that question. Or, at least, skipping past it to explain exactly what's got him agitated]

Bones sang at me during breakfast today.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

That happened to a lot of people today.

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but this was...different.

[reaching up to scratch the back of his head] The songs going around today... they don't mean anything, right?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[he considers for a moment, before shrugging]

I think that would depend on the person. Sometimes they reveal something serious about the person, and sometimes they don't.

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[an aggravated sigh]

Not helping, Sweets.

How am I supposed to know the difference?

Also, retroactive Shrink filter -- this is not all over the journal.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Well, Agent Booth, what was the nature of the song?

[not that he doesn't already know. You're forgetting that Sweets is a DIE HARD Booth/Brennan shipper.]

Yes. That.

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[it's not his fault that the only two people from home are devoted to hooking them up]

Something about people talking... and rumors. [very, very specific rumors]

I mean, it was just a song. A little bit catchy... but... [swallowing] She kissed me.

At the end.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[IS BARELY CONTAINING HIS GLEE. BARELY]

And ... how did that feel?

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[he sees that.] What are you...five?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[eye roll]

Not like that, Agent Booth. How did it make you feel emotionally?

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

How do you think it made me feel? I'm confused. What kind of castle makes people go around kissing each other?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head]

It's not the right holiday for that. If Doctor Brennan kissed you, it was of her own volition.

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[consider him effectively (if only momentarily) derailed]

You're kidding me... it actually has a set holiday?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Well, there's usually some kind of event on Valentine's Day, and for the month of December, the castle seems to take mistletoe a little too seriously.

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

This place just gets better and better

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

It's just kissing, Agent Booth. In the grand scheme of things, it could be worse.

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I figured that part out. I showed up right before a human sacrifice, remember?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Yes, I remember.