Know Thy Enemy: Bones Fic!
Author: worstangel
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Zack/Hodgins/Angela if you squint, very subtexty Booth/Brennan.
Rating: Meh... PG for gambling and cursing.
Summary: Strip poker's very risky if you don't know your opponent. One winner-take-all round leaves someone with no pants.
Word Count: 399
Notes: None.
Crossposted: worstangel, 206_bones, and bonesfic
Angela had lost her shirt and was wearing a skimpy camisole, looking blatantly uncomfortable as Hodgins and Zack eyed her.
“You guys, I think strip poker was a very, very bad idea.” Booth and Temperance, fully clothed, looked up from their hands and shrugged.
”It was your idea. You didn’t want to play for money,” Booth said, leaning back. “What’s the matter with you? I thought you were all...” He made a face, trying to think of a polite way to refer to Angela.
“Yeah, well, this is me. Folding.” Angela laid her cards down and grabbed her shirt. “I’m so out of here.” Zack and Hodgins, disappointed, left soon after.
“We gotta be up early,” Hodgins said, casting Zack a sidelong glance.
”No we don’--”
”Yes, Zack, yes we do.” They left, Zack’s forehead wrinkled in thought.
“I’m certain we --”
”Yes. We. Do.” Their bickering voices could be heard fading as they walked to their cars.
”Well, Bones, ready to admit defeat?” Booth leaned back in his chair and laughed.
Five minutes later, he was no longer laughing. He’d lost his shirt, tie, shoes, and his left sock. Brennan was sitting there with a growing pile of his clothes, her face calm and composed
”Oh, hmm. Would you imagine that? I guess I have beginner’s luck at this strip poker thing.” She laughed softly and dealt them another hand. Booth didn’t pick his up and looked at her sternly.
“I’ve got a deal for you, Bones.” Seeing her interest, he went on. “One hand. Winner takes all. And the loser takes it all off.”
”Someone’s getting tired, Booth. What’s the matter, you don’t want me to see your underwear?”
”Actually, yes, that’s pretty much exactly it. So what do you say? Are you game?”
She shrugged and picked up her cards. “Sounds like fun.”
Booth was kicking himself as she held his clothes for ransom, grabbing his pants and running out of the room with them. A royal straight flush -- no beginner’s luck was that good. She had to have cheated. He ran (shamefacedly) to her office, where Bones had picked up a plaque on her desk and was looking at it.
”Know thy enemy,” she said, and threw him his pants.
“What?” In response, Temperance shoved the plaque under his nose.
Harvard University Poker Tournament Champion Temperance Brennan
2000 ---
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Zack/Hodgins/Angela if you squint, very subtexty Booth/Brennan.
Rating: Meh... PG for gambling and cursing.
Summary: Strip poker's very risky if you don't know your opponent. One winner-take-all round leaves someone with no pants.
Word Count: 399
Notes: None.
Crossposted: worstangel, 206_bones, and bonesfic
Angela had lost her shirt and was wearing a skimpy camisole, looking blatantly uncomfortable as Hodgins and Zack eyed her.
“You guys, I think strip poker was a very, very bad idea.” Booth and Temperance, fully clothed, looked up from their hands and shrugged.
”It was your idea. You didn’t want to play for money,” Booth said, leaning back. “What’s the matter with you? I thought you were all...” He made a face, trying to think of a polite way to refer to Angela.
“Yeah, well, this is me. Folding.” Angela laid her cards down and grabbed her shirt. “I’m so out of here.” Zack and Hodgins, disappointed, left soon after.
“We gotta be up early,” Hodgins said, casting Zack a sidelong glance.
”No we don’--”
”Yes, Zack, yes we do.” They left, Zack’s forehead wrinkled in thought.
“I’m certain we --”
”Yes. We. Do.” Their bickering voices could be heard fading as they walked to their cars.
”Well, Bones, ready to admit defeat?” Booth leaned back in his chair and laughed.
Five minutes later, he was no longer laughing. He’d lost his shirt, tie, shoes, and his left sock. Brennan was sitting there with a growing pile of his clothes, her face calm and composed
”Oh, hmm. Would you imagine that? I guess I have beginner’s luck at this strip poker thing.” She laughed softly and dealt them another hand. Booth didn’t pick his up and looked at her sternly.
“I’ve got a deal for you, Bones.” Seeing her interest, he went on. “One hand. Winner takes all. And the loser takes it all off.”
”Someone’s getting tired, Booth. What’s the matter, you don’t want me to see your underwear?”
”Actually, yes, that’s pretty much exactly it. So what do you say? Are you game?”
She shrugged and picked up her cards. “Sounds like fun.”
Booth was kicking himself as she held his clothes for ransom, grabbing his pants and running out of the room with them. A royal straight flush -- no beginner’s luck was that good. She had to have cheated. He ran (shamefacedly) to her office, where Bones had picked up a plaque on her desk and was looking at it.
”Know thy enemy,” she said, and threw him his pants.
“What?” In response, Temperance shoved the plaque under his nose.
Harvard University Poker Tournament Champion Temperance Brennan
2000 ---
“Well, I’ll be damned.”