Gamble Everything
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Tell me do you lose your way each day
Are there people you don’t recognize, do they lie?
Tell me does it make you feel too real?
Tell me the truth, and I’ll tell you the truth
If you gamble everything for love
You're gonna be allright...
The grip of Seeley's ankles around his calf connected Jack to reality once more, allowing synapses to fire and cogent thoughts to form once more.
"Having a hard time deciding what's not gonna land on my plate," he answered, forcing himself to actually look at the scrolling blue print of the menu.
There was a time he'd memorized it, didn't even need it. But that was in another time, another place. In the space he was in he needed all the clues he could get.
The impatient slap of a bic on the server's pad snapped him into a response.
"Steak and eggs sounds good," he sighed. "Rare on the steak, eggs over easy with the whites done. Um... a double order of pumpernickel toast and a basket of french fries, crispy. And could you bring me half a grapefruit to start? And ditto on the coffee."
He watched the waitress storm away and then turned his attention to Booth, who was still smiling -- which had the opposite effect on Jack's ability to speak. He found himself suddenly and inexplicably unable to censor himself.
"Jesus, dude. I know this is many shades of wrong, but I sure as fuck hope the butler's not home."
Tell me do you lose your way each day
Are there people you don’t recognize, do they lie?
Tell me does it make you feel too real?
Tell me the truth, and I’ll tell you the truth
If you gamble everything for love
You're gonna be allright...
The grip of Seeley's ankles around his calf connected Jack to reality once more, allowing synapses to fire and cogent thoughts to form once more.
"Having a hard time deciding what's not gonna land on my plate," he answered, forcing himself to actually look at the scrolling blue print of the menu.
There was a time he'd memorized it, didn't even need it. But that was in another time, another place. In the space he was in he needed all the clues he could get.
The impatient slap of a bic on the server's pad snapped him into a response.
"Steak and eggs sounds good," he sighed. "Rare on the steak, eggs over easy with the whites done. Um... a double order of pumpernickel toast and a basket of french fries, crispy. And could you bring me half a grapefruit to start? And ditto on the coffee."
He watched the waitress storm away and then turned his attention to Booth, who was still smiling -- which had the opposite effect on Jack's ability to speak. He found himself suddenly and inexplicably unable to censor himself.
"Jesus, dude. I know this is many shades of wrong, but I sure as fuck hope the butler's not home."