Naming Games (T+ for now...rating change later)

Okay. So I know that the whole Roxy/Tony angle has been approached a bajillion times. I'm here to tell you that this is not the stereotypical. Or at least I'll try my darndest to make it unique. But this is probably a five chapter at most, we'll see how it goes. Constructive criticism and compliments and questions and pretty mch everything good is welcome Thanks! feedback is heavenly pie...let me know if you think I should continue. This is just a short snippet.
~Sunnie~

I think that if I were to give her a name…it would be Roxanne. Roxy, for short.

She’s the one that appears when I’ve been hiding for too long, the one who is the complete anthesis to myself. Or in behavior, at least. She’s the way I get my hidden desires out without being judged, because who’s going to judge you? It’s only a persona you made for cases, it’s not like you would really act like that, right?

…Right.

We all know that that is a load of bullshit.

When we have cases it’s more opportunity to play the part of Roxanne Scallion, in broad daylight without a need for an excuse.

But hey. When the night has come and gone is the day, that’s when Roxy always comes out to play.

kay here's more
~Sunnie~

Locking the apartment door behind her, Dr. Temperance “Bones” Brennan threw her things on the floor and uncharacteristically flopped onto the couch, kicking her feet onto the coffee table. Today had been a long day at work. And tonight was going to be all Roxy.
Angela had come by to pester her, as usual, about her “relationship” with Booth and how she needed to see what was in front of her…the usual spiel, and as usual, she ignored it.
Cam had come into her office only to place pile upon pile of paperwork on her desk. It was more to occupy her. But today was one of those days that she had risen on the wrong side of the mattress. Naturally, because of her already sour outlook upon the day, she was very displeased.
Hodgins…well Hodgins had visited to drop off forms, and she ended up getting a speech on how important some insect was to some ecosystem (she honestly hadn’t been paying attention).
The only good part of her day was when Booth showed up at her office door with a bag of muffins and a cup of coffee. She smiled, remembering how they had discussed (some may call it bickering) how they thought muffins were invented: accident, or fate? They had both taken their sides, and she won. It was an accident, an anomaly in the baking process. Although it was a given from both parties that they were delicious anomalies.
After reflecting upon her day for a few minutes, Brennan wandered over to the kitchen, perusing the shelves. She opened and shut the cabinets until she found what she was looking for. Aha.
The vodka was on the top shelf, along with the rum and the moonshine that was hidden behind the wine. Temperance Brennan was supposed to be classy, not a frivolous woman who made homemade margaritas or other cocktails of the like. Roxy, however, was a different story. And like Roxy, the liquor had a wall to hide behind. Feeling a bit diabolical, Brennan smirked to herself as she mixed the Stoli with raspberry seltzer. Roxy was going to come out to play tonight.
After she made the drink, she set it on the counter and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. She quickly shed her work clothes and rifled through her pajama drawer. Finding a slinky silk nighty to her satisfaction, she slipped it on and walked into her bathroom. Her makeup for work was always very light, Brennan didn’t find much of a reason to “doll up,” as Angela had said before. However. Roxanne liked to wear hers smoky and sultry, giving hints of what she was like. And so in order to go along with what Roxy wanted, Brennan took the black eyeliner, mascara, and grey eyeshadow and got to work.
Blinking in the light of the mirror, Brennan inspected all angles of her face. Roxy was pleased, but she wanted more. Shaking her auburn hair from the ponytail it was in, Brennan looked in the mirror to check her appearance. Roxy smiled in approval.
Tempe walked back into the kitchen and took the drink in her hand. Leaning casually against the counter, Roxy took the first sip while Tempe retreated. The slow burn in her throat made her feel powerful, and with the rest of the drink, Tempe disappeared.

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Okay just so you know. She is not an alchoholic. She is not schizophrenic. Roxanne is just a persona she assumes to ct loose for a while after being stressed out from being Brennan. If that makes sense. hahah. It's sort of like a kid playing pretend that they don't have to clean their room for a bit
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