9th Case - The Lab in the Zone

[beltbucklerebel]

[It's the Monday after Easter and, just like any night (because the Lab's been here forever. What are you talking about?) Booth and Bren's club is open for business. The music is pounding, the drinks are flowing, and the dance floor is open for any and all.

Feel like dancing or drinking your sorrows away? Then this is the perfect spot for you]

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THE BAR

[beltbucklerebel]

[drinks are half-price today as a sign of the holiday spirit. Or business ingenuity. Either way, it's good booze and a friendly barkeep. What better combination could you ask for?]

[breakmychest]

[...Spike knows something is up. Booth and Brennan are not married, and they sure as hell don't run a bar.

...but, half-price drinks. He'll figure the weirdness out later.]

[beltbucklerebel]

Spike.

[it's hardly a friendly greeting, but Bren likes him so he's just grimaces as he leans past him to catch Sweet's attention]

[breakmychest]

Seeley. [Spike's voice has much the same tone, with an edge of extreme confusion.] Nice... bar, you've got.

[beltbucklerebel]

It's a club, Spike. There's a difference.

[and there would be another sign that something is off, because he doesn't even flinch when Spike calls him by his first name]

[breakmychest]

Not an important one. [A beat.] So, uh, you and Temperance, huh?

[beltbucklerebel]

Listen to that music? You hear that? [motioning to the DJ booth] That is not what you find in a bar.

[his eyebrow arches just slightly at the question]

What about Bren and me?

[breakmychest]

This music is crap.

[He moves his drink from hand to hand before answering.]

You're married. And running this place.

[beltbucklerebel]

This is one of the top bands in Paradisa.

[....still giving him a strange look] And you're a pain in the ass.

Is there a reason we're listing facts?

[breakmychest]

Doesn't make them good.

[Spike shakes his head and pulls a cigarette out.]

You're both on a bloody loss. Wes too. You're supposed to be an FBI agent.

[beltbucklerebel]

[he actually laughs at that]

An FBI agent. Here.

And who exactly runs the bureau? The superhero and spandex brigade?

[breakmychest]

No, back in your own dimension. Do you think you're from here?

[beltbucklerebel]

[an aggravated sigh] Not that it's any business of yours, but I was in the military back home.

What's it to you?

[demonologist]

[Wes is still waiting to see Brennan and his patience is starting to wear a little thin. He's had a few more drinks to keep himself occupied in the meantime. He's leaning on the bar, minding his own business for the most part.]

[breakmychest]

[Spike glances over at Wes and nods, sliding a seat or two down to sit next to him.]

How's it going?

[demonologist]

[Wes turns to see who's greeting him and nods, although a little warily, since it's Spike and the last time they spoke it was a somewhat heated discussion.]

Can't complain. And yourself?