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[paladinsuitsyou]

It's too hot in D.C. to even think, let alone run out of doors, so Booth, dressed in running clothes, is relieved to find him in the Bar, a lovely climate-controlled environment with a cool, grey exterior.

Scotland is lovely this time of year, and it's a perfect day for a run.

He stops for a glass of smoothie, though, figuring he might want a chat before the exercise. He offended enough people with his lack of cleanliness the last time he was in. Best to keep it short.

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[the_lioness]

Nearby, a redheaded woman with a sword at her hip is trying to coax her fifteen month old to let go of her paperwork.

It's not going well. Perhaps because she doesn't really want the paperwork.

Sitting back, Alanna huffs and eyes the smoothie. She hasn't had time to order anything for herself.

[paladinsuitsyou]

It's peanut butter and banana, with rice milk. Cow's milk makes his stomach all icky, if he goes for a run after drinking it.

Booth takes a sip, smiles at the pretty lady and the pretty baby.

"Doesn't seem so long ago that mine was that age," he says.

[the_lioness]

"Really?" She smiles, and it's full of mischief. "There's hope, then. Right now it feels as if this age will stretch on forever. I have three."

One small, scarred hand pats Bar. "Can I have one of those, lass? With berries."

Hopefully Bar will interpret that well enough to leave out the peanut butter and banana, rather than simply add berries. Talk about icky.

[paladinsuitsyou]

"It'll be over before you know it," he says, a little wistful. Then: "All the same age?" That's a lot of babies.

"I've only got one, and he was tough enough on his own."

Yeah. Peanut butter and banana is not for everyone, but the addition of berries would make it not for anyone.

[the_lioness]

"Triplets," Alanna sighs, but it's mostly for show. "I was the size of a whale. Their father is somewhere about with the other two."

Still smiling, she smooths her son's unruly red hair back into place and finally surrenders the papers; they're a lost cause. Thom promptly pushes the folder around Bar's polished surface.

"This is Thom. I'm Sir Alanna of Olau."

Whereas she might sometimes introduce herself in a less formal fashion here, there's something about having a baby in tow that makes her feel like being upfront about her knighthood.

[paladinsuitsyou]

"Impressive," Booth says. "All boys?"

He smiles broadly at Thom. "A pleasure, young man. And it's great to meet you, uh. I'm afraid I'm not sure what to call you, with a title like that."

Booth understands the need to make one's title clear, even without the motherhood thing. It's very important to him that people know he's a special agent.

[the_lioness]

Thom grins, flashing a few baby teeth, and claps his chubby hands together. He's fond of clapping.

"Two boys and a girl. Grace, of course, has the upper hand," she tells him, then looks a bit sheepish. "Alanna is fine. And your name?"

The smoothie Bar has since produced looks a little... tan. She takes a sip anyway, and shrugs. It could be worse.

[shakemy-hand.livejournal.com]

The door opened with a sickening sound.

A tall alien stood int he doorway.

The Alien stopped at the Bar.

Growl.

[paladinsuitsyou]

Booth raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

[shakemy-hand.livejournal.com]

"Bar I require sustenance," he said in a basal tone.

"And who are you, human?" he asked turning to Booth.

[paladinsuitsyou]

"Uh, Booth. Special Agent Booth, FBI, Earth, 2008. And you?"

[shakemy-hand.livejournal.com]

The Wraith growled showing his teeth.

He would not tell if he had a name.

"I am a Wratih."

[paladinsuitsyou]

"Oh-kay," Booth says slowly. "You know I have no idea what that means?"

[hopefulpoet.livejournal.com]

He looks up from his tumbler of Scotch and down the bar at the man and the drink he's consuming. He doesn't recognize the clothing as being for any particular purpose, but wonders if the beverage is alcoholic or not, as he hasn't seen it before.

"Excuse me, sir," he says, in his soft British accent, "but what is the drink you have there?"

[paladinsuitsyou]

"The smoothie bar at my gym calls it a 'Curious George,'" Booth says, holding it up. The young man looks to be from a different time, so it's unlikely he knows the book. "From a kid's book, about a monkey named George. It's got rice milk, banana, peanut butter, ice. Good stuff."

[hopefulpoet.livejournal.com]

"Really?" he says, slightly bewildered by the reference, but trying not to let it overwhelm him. "I'm... not familiar with the book, but that isn't unusual here, it seems. Thank you for the explanation. That's quite the combination. Wouldn't have thought of it at all."

Christian manages a small smile. "I realize this might be a silly question, but... what's a smoothie bar?"

[paladinsuitsyou]

"No problem."

Booth looks a bit abashed. "Oh, it's this thing where they serve drinks for people after they exercise. All nonalcoholic, most fruit-based, blended with ice. They're good, although I doubt they'd go with what you're drinking."

[hopefulpoet.livejournal.com]

Christian looks at the man as if he might have hit his head a few too many times on his way out the door.

"Non-alcoholic?" He glances down at the tumbler in his hand. "Um, no."

[paladinsuitsyou]

"Yeah, and it doesn't look like the thing you've got there has a high sweetness factor," Booth points out. "This'd taste like raw sugarcane to you, at this point. Try it another day, though. Or some other kind of smoothie. They make good breakfasts, sometimes."

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

When he does get outside to run he's soon enough joined by seven long-legged dogs and one white woman. They weren't running...but they're always up to join in.

[paladinsuitsyou]

He's surprised, but not put off. He offers a grin to the white woman when he spots her.

He's not a fast runner, when he's out like this (though he can pour on the speed when circumstances and adrenaline require it) but he can keep going for quite a long time.

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Not as long as Lissar...she can do twenty miles a day, day after day after day without stop. It's a Gift. She laughs in turn and raises a hand to wave. There is a line of skin showing between her tank top and the shoulder-high black gloves she wears, but only a thin one. "Good day." she says easily.

[paladinsuitsyou]

Yeah, that's a little extreme for Booth. He's done marathons, in his time, but that's not something he'd be able to do every day. Or want to, for that matter.

He usually confines himself to six-milers on the weekdays, sometimes running longer on weekends.

"Hey," he says. "You run here a lot?"

She certainly seems at ease.

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

"I do." Lissar says, laughing, "And at home; I am something of a specialist. Lissar, Lisa Lissar in a legal sense but Lissar to those who know me."

[paladinsuitsyou]

"I'm Booth," he says. "Seeley Booth, in a legal sense, but Booth to people who like me."

The ones who don't try to irritate him by calling him 'Seeley.' Well, and his parents call him Seeley, but he thinks it's probably just to avoid confusion. Probably.

"Would you mind directing us to a good six-mile course? I figured I'd just come out and find a place and run laps around the lake, but it's more fun if you're not going in circles."