9th Case - The Lab in the Zone

[beltbucklerebel]

[It's the Monday after Easter and, just like any night (because the Lab's been here forever. What are you talking about?) Booth and Bren's club is open for business. The music is pounding, the drinks are flowing, and the dance floor is open for any and all.

Feel like dancing or drinking your sorrows away? Then this is the perfect spot for you]

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THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE

[beltbucklerebel]

[get past security and the hostess, check your coat (or flirt with the coat check girl) or just mingle if it looks a bit packed further in. We're not in a rush]

[ectobabble]

[Ray's trying to get his stuff together - in the course of giving his coat to said coat check girl, she smiled at him, and he got all flustered like a total derp, and dropped the manuscript he's been working on.

NOTES. EVERYWHERE.

he's scurrying to try and pick up the papers and the notebooks, now, frowning to himself]

Oh, man. Oh, geez.

((Wes has been and is going to be a busy boy today, but YAY for forward dated posts!))

[demonologist]

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce arrives at the door. He's dressed very smartly and relatively clean shaven. For those who know him well, this may be unusual. He's sporting a fresh injury of some sort on his throat, but it's covered with a neat gauze bandage.]

[invisphilospher]

[Sees Wes on his way in and walks over]

Hey, man... Whoa. You cut yourself shaving or what?

[demonologist]

Just a disgruntled business colleague, Darien. You know how it is, real estate can be a pretty cut throat business.

[He smirks and holds out his hand for a manly shake.]

How's life treating you?

[invisphilospher]

[laughs, taking Wes' hand and shaking it. When he moves, the neck of his turtleneck shifts and the edge of a white bandage peeks out.]

Real estate, huh? That's a new one. Me? Oh, you know, the usual. Magic castle screwing with my invisibility... got attacked by a beautiful woman... You know, the usual.

[demonologist]

Looks like there's a bit of that going around.

[His tone is more of amusement than true concern.]

Quite the love-bite? Can't say I'm too eager to run from beautiful women, even if they want to attack me.

Are you meeting someone or can I buy you a round?

[invisphilospher]

[The lack of concern worries him slightly, but he doesn't let it show as he shrugs, laughing it off] Yeah, well, when a love bite leads to losing a pint of blood I'm a little more inclined to pull the disappearing act... in more ways than one.

I'm just here checkin' out the sights, buy away. [Free drinks, score!]

[demonologist]

Well, I can't blame you for that.

[He gestures for Darien to head over to the bar with him and takes a seat.]

What's your poison?

[invisphilospher]

I'm good with just a beer. So. What've you been up to, lately?

[demonologist]

[He orders the drinks and then turns back to his companion.]

Not much. Still trying to buy this place, but Booth's being a bit of a stubborn arse about it. How about you?

[invisphilospher]

[Sorry, bro, you're getting a VERY confused look, right now...]

Trying to buy? Since when?

[truthin_bones]

[At some point in the night, Bren does run into him - dressed smartly as ever and with a drink in hand.]

Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. Nina mentioned you wanted to see me?

((He's hoping to have something to eat with her down in ange's section too! XD))

[demonologist]

Please, Brennan, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Wes before it finally sticks?

[He offers her a warm smile, which is one of his more genuine ones.]

I went over some figures and redrafted my latest offer. I think you'll find it very competitive and with some of the concessions we'd discussed previously. Not all of them, mind. I have a reputation as a hard-nosed businessman to protect.

((We can somehow totally combine the two? XD))

[truthin_bones]

[The smile's returned, albeit a touch less genuine.]

And I've already told you, my husband and I are not interested in selling.

((Awesome! How about she fobs him off now since busy woman, and appears down below?))

[demonologist]

At least hear me out. Over a drink? Or perhaps some supper? You and your husband could stand to make a very lucrative profit out of this deal. Enough to set you both up for a very comfortable life together. Isn't that what you want? The freedom to do what you want? I think I can help you with that.