[thread] This isn't an investigation..
Characters:OU Seeley Booth, Open
Where: The restaurant
When:Mid afternoon, the day after Seeley arrived.
Summary: Seeley attempts to get some information through "casual" conversation.
Warnings:
Agent Booth entered the restaurant, rubbing his hands together. He had his investigative suit on, after all, he'd run to the office again after bones received that phone call and, sadly, had to cancel on picking his son up until tomorrow. He'd have to make it up to the kid, especially after getting kidnapped- or drugged, and trapped her, in this place. Investigating escape would have to wait until he was properly informed and he had the gear to easily move around. A suit and tie was not enough. Felt cold enough to give you frost bite after about Twenty minutes or so unprotected.
He coughed once or two to subside the raw feeling in his throat, walking towards the empty bar, looking around at the few patrons this afternoon, minding their own business, he imagined. Most people he figured were holed up in the apartments, where it was warm. Also, he noted, that this had one of those 'small town' structures. Chances are everyone new each other, knew of each other. A secondary thought came to mind as he looked at the lonely looking bar. It needed a tender. Just didn't feel natural.
Where: The restaurant
When:Mid afternoon, the day after Seeley arrived.
Summary: Seeley attempts to get some information through "casual" conversation.
Warnings:
Agent Booth entered the restaurant, rubbing his hands together. He had his investigative suit on, after all, he'd run to the office again after bones received that phone call and, sadly, had to cancel on picking his son up until tomorrow. He'd have to make it up to the kid, especially after getting kidnapped- or drugged, and trapped her, in this place. Investigating escape would have to wait until he was properly informed and he had the gear to easily move around. A suit and tie was not enough. Felt cold enough to give you frost bite after about Twenty minutes or so unprotected.
He coughed once or two to subside the raw feeling in his throat, walking towards the empty bar, looking around at the few patrons this afternoon, minding their own business, he imagined. Most people he figured were holed up in the apartments, where it was warm. Also, he noted, that this had one of those 'small town' structures. Chances are everyone new each other, knew of each other. A secondary thought came to mind as he looked at the lonely looking bar. It needed a tender. Just didn't feel natural.