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]

All right. Bit confused, but... [He raises his glass.] Good beer.

[demonologist]

What are you confused about? I thought I'd made my position clear.

[He takes a sip of his whiskey.]

[breakmychest]

[Spike raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him.]

I was talking about how my friend suddenly thinks she owns a bar, but all right, we can talk about that.

[demonologist]

Are you talking about Brennan? [He doesn't like Spike's tone.] She and her husband own the property, I've seen the paperwork. They've turned this place into something worth double what they got it for. That's not something to sneeze at.

[breakmychest]

[Spike turns towards him and raises an eyebrow.]

She's a scientist who doesn't believe in magic, and he's an FBI agent. They're not married, even if it's bloody clear they want each other. Am I the only person who notices something's wrong here?

[demonologist]

[Wes gives Spike an arched eyebrow in return.]

Whatever illegal substances you've been indulging in, they've clearly addled your brain. You're talking nonsense.

[breakmychest]

[Spike glanced up at the ceiling and gritted his teeth for a moment, then looked over at Wesley.]

It's a loss, mate. That might be affecting you too. What's your job?

[demonologist]

You know this already. I'm a property developer. I deal in real estate.

[He gestures for Spike to be served another beer.]

[breakmychest]

[Spike nearly knocks over his drink and stifles a laugh. After a moment, he gets himself under control and looks up at Wesley, struggling to maintain a straight face.]

I see. And what am I?

[demonologist]

You're the private investigator I hired to investigate Councilwoman Morgan's husband. I presume there's a point to these pointless questions.

[breakmychest]

[...that's not funny.] A private investigator? No bloody way. That's Angel's gig. [Even if Spike sort of works for him. Sort of.] And we sure as hell don't take marital cases. We fight demons!

[demonologist]

[Wes frowns at Spike and gives him a bemused shrug.]

Who's Angel?

[As for the demon's statement, Wes will assume he's just being colourful and referring to inner demons, the dark side of human nature.]

[breakmychest]

[Siiiiigh.]

The vampire with a soul who isn't me. Has a giant forehead. Looks exactly like Booth, but paler.

[zone_of_truth]

[the barkeep is a friendly guy who will let you talk his ear off, so long as you leave him a decent tip.]

[invisphilospher]

[waves a hand.] Hey, man, can I get a beer?