Summary: For a sport that was more of a hobby, bowling sure had its upsides…BB Oneshot

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Disclaimer: You know the drill; I don't own anything

Bowling. She hated bowling; it was one of those quasi-sports that were really more of a hobby than anything else. Between her best friend's whining and her partner's patented charm smile, she had no choice but to agree to a night of bowling with the team. Though she'd never admit it, Booth was the only reason she ever agreed to go out with the rest of the squints. But bowling? With an exasperated sigh, Temperance Brennan scoured her closet looking for something to wear.


An hour later, Brennan pulled into the parking lot of Barbara's Bowladrome wearing her favorite jeans, a lace cami layered with a long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of boots. Not that her choice in footwear really mattered, she would just have to take them off anyway. Still pondering the sanitation of rental shoes, she went to meet Angela, Hodgins, Booth, and Zach.


Booth took the seat next to Brennan. He was second to last place by 23 points, just behind Temperance. It was Angela's turn, and she was in first place. As she got up to take her turn, she threw a wink over her shoulder at Brennan. Confused, she looked around at what could have prompted Angela to wink at her. Hodgins and Zach were arguing about the best strategies for winning, and Booth was staring at her. Booth was staring at her? But why, do I have something in my teeth? She looked over at him casually, and he immediately withdrew his gaze to the floor in front of him. He was caught but recovered quickly, leaning over and clearing his throat to get her attention.



"I'm going to get a Yoohoo, would you like anything to drink?"

"I don't know what that means."

"Of course not, it's a drink. Like chocolate milk only better. You should try one."

"No. I'm fine. I brought a water."

"Suit yourself."

As he sat back down beside Brennan, he rubbed his hands together in anticipation"

"Alright, here we go."

"Booth. Why are you drinking chocolate milk?"

"Because Bones, it helps with my game."

"That's not logical Booth, a drink can't make you bowl better."

"It always does. Don't worry Bones, I'll be in first place in no time."

"I'm not worried," she chided him sarcastically.

"Okay Bones. You willing to make a bet?"

"What are the terms?"

"Well if I beat you, I get a kiss. And if you beat me I'll take you to Wong Fu's afterward."

"If I win, I get a gun."

"Absolutely not Bones."

"Fine. Then if I win, I get to drive during the next case."

"Alright Bones, you got yourself a deal."

A/N: So this has one more chapter, let me know you think it's worth posting.

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