HH; Lorelai/Bones sock
"Okay, so this Ravenclaw bar? Way more awesome than you people give it credit for."
There was barely even time for Brennan to begin to react before another form collapsed onto the stool next to her, looking rather unceremonious as she cradled a glass of unidentifiable amber liquid - more than likely beer, Brennan noted with a frown - and flashed a rather overenthusiastic smile into her general direction. What... peculiar behavior. She just set herself down without introduction, without another word - just presenting Brennan with a generalized statement about the bar at which she just so happened to be sitting. "I'm sorry?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows, as if expecting more information on the matter.
"Yeah, you know," the other woman managed to offer, shrugging and tilting her head side to side in contemplation. "Bar. Booze. It's got everything here! Pretty sweet deal! I mean, duh, bars are supposed to have pretty much everything, but this place. Has. Everything. Even stuff I've never heard of. I mean, look at all this. Tepache? Apfelwein? Who makes up these names? Weird! Never heard of them."
...This woman severely liked to talk.
At least this was something on which Brennan could actually offer something in return. "Tepache is... actually a Mexican brew, made from pineapple cortex. Its process of creation is, apparently, extremely simple, as it's often used in prisons," she replied factually, glancing to the bottles that had been pointed out and shrugging, as if rattling facts off was nothing out of the ordinary. "The name... actually originates from the Opata tepatzi, which translates loosely to 'place of beautiful women'. As for apfelwein, I can only assume that is some form of cider, as apfelwein is... a combination of German words. Apple and wine."
Why hello, kettle. You're looking awfully black today. That woman may have liked to rant, but it certainly wasn't like Brennan had room to talk about talking a particularly large amount either.
There was a blink, and a stare, and Brennan didn't expect much of an intelligible answer, and a dull answer she received. "Huh," was all the other female said in response to Brennan's splurge of information, eying her beer and... well. "So, guess I sat next to the booze expert, yeah? Big drinker, hang around here a lot, glug glug, woohoo? Making Ravenclaw live up to its drinker name?"
"Because I have a widely ranged knowledge of foreign alcoholic beverages?" Brennan replied in a slow voice, and lifted her eyebrows. The woman reminded her a lot of Angela, if Angela was a bit older and talked... a few miles per minute faster. She couldn't help but hold up her own glass and waggle it a little, grim smile tugging at her mouth. "Hardly. This is ginger ale."
"Oh!" She looked embarrassed, as if she'd just actually accused Brennan of being an alcoholic or something. She hadn't, and Brennan hardly found it offensive - she'd heard far worse in her lifetime. But it was considerate, really, for her to think that she might actually be upset about this. "Oh, man, I didn't mean that you... You know? Never mind. Maybe I shouldn't be drinking beer here, am I right?" She let out a nervous sort of overenthusiastic laugh and a, 'woo!', coughing to cover her awkwardness. "Drunk enough, huh? Yeah. It's kind of, you know. SHUT UP, Lorelai, one of those things, right?"
She promptly clapped a hand to her forehead, and the action was so very random that Brennan actually jumped, eyes widening in slight shock. Why was she... slapping herself? "God, I am so... very dumb," she said flatly, staring at Brennan completely point-blankly and swiping her hands a bit madly on her pants before she jutted one out, almost directly into Brennan's face. Hello? "Lorelai. Lorelai Gilmore, and I really should have said that before accusing you of being a drunk, you know? I swear. I don't do that with all the other people I meet. And. You know. This would really be the point when normal human beings stopped talking, but, you know, I just really can't help myself! And just. Please. Stop me. Before the train is derailed."
And Brennan actually laughed, then, and how rare was one of those coming from her? The answer was close to never, and yes, she did know that said question was a hypothetical one in her own mind, but that fact didn't stop her from answering it nonetheless. "It's... all right. Really," she reassured Lorelai with a shake of her head, and awkwardly grasped the other woman's hand. "Temperance Brennan. Are... you in Ravenclaw as well? I've never seen you around the house, but then I'm not exactly the most... social of people."
Hah. Understatement of the century.
"Oh, no way," Lorelai laughed eyes widening a bit. "So not smart enough to go here. You guys are all, I mean." She waved her hands a bit in exaggeration, making some sort of vague, explosion sound and raising her eyebrows. "That is... some sort of strange way of communicating 'intelligent', in some countries, I believe, although Scotland may not, in fact, happen to be one of those," she added knowingly, giving Brennan some kind of weak smile and scratching at her head. "You know, I might just drink my beer and... shut up while I'm behind. Wow." She laughed into her glass, glancing briefly back to Brennan. "In short, no. I'm in Hufflepuff."
"Hufflepuff," Brennan repeated with a slight tilt of her head, furrowing her eyebrows. "That's... the house with the badger insignia, yes? With the strange..." She pulled out finger quotes. "'Metal' band inside."
Lorelai snorted. "What, Dethklok?" she asked with a grin. "Oh, man, those guys are way too self-serious for their own good. Taking way too much advantage of this bar, I will tell you that. There's some weirdo guy with, like, orange dreads and piercings up where the sun don't shine, I'm telling you. They think they're all hardcore and..." She was giggling now, just at the very mention of them. "God, they are just so very Spinal Tap."
Brennan blinked at Lorelai, her expression blank. Spinal Tap? "I don't know what that means," she replied matter-of-factly, taking a sip of her ginger ale with her eyes still riveted on Lorelai. "You mean to say as in a lumbar puncture? Because, I must admit, I am failing to find a simile in which a rock and roll band can be directly compared to a diagnostic procedure in which a sample of cerebrospinal fluid is collected."
There were a few beats of silence, in which Lorelai pondered just who hadn't heard of This Is Spinal Tap before, before she finally responded with, "Ah, no. It's like... a movie. With a hair band. Rob Reiner? No? Never mind. Anyway, they're kind of stupid." She gave a weird sort of passive hand wave as Brennan frowned down at her glass, halfway contemplative about how much Lorelai's words hadn't made sense. A movie? About a band? A documentary, perhaps. Did they resemble these so-called men from Dethklok?
"Okay, so Ravenclaw. Seriously. Spill me some stuff," Lorelai finally added, turning slightly on her school to fix Brennan with an excited glint in her eyes. "Bet there's a buncha hot guys here, right? Am I right? Because, I mean, all the pompous ones are in Gryffindor, all the bastards are in Slytherin, I'm seriously beginning to doubt that men even exist in my house, so you gotta be hiding them in the corners around here, yeah?" Brennan paused again, debating her answer with a halfway slack jaw.
"I... haven't noticed," she replied honestly, squaring her jaw in light of the question. "This was still a school, last I checked. I'm standing by my beliefs that romance, other distractions, they shouldn't call away from schoolwork and genuine learning."
And it was so rational that Lorelai could have almost agreed. But, seriously, Brennan was making her go into more pauses of silence than she could ever remember having sustained in a long, long time. "Okay, yeah, you know. It works. Totally works," she reasoned with a shrug, opening and shutting her mouth for a moment before she attempted to speak again. "Uh, for you? Maybe. But there are... lots of hot men in this school, I am certain, and, you know, I think I am going to totally take full advantage of that." Lorelai tapped a finger once on the table. "I'm gonna go all bend and snap--"
"I don't know what--"
"--on their asses, for serious, don't question this right now, Tempey, I mean it." She raised both of her eyebrows, waving a finger around to Brennan, rather pointedly, and quirked a smile. "There are a load of hot men in this school, I swear, and you do, seriously, need to take advantage of that fact."
Brennan blinked. "So by being in a magic school... my goal should be to get laid."
There was another long moment, in which Lorelai paused, and tilted her head. She gave one final grin, leaning back in her chair and throwing her hands rather over-enthusiastically into the air.
"Exactly."