"Maybe I don't want to after such a glowing endorsement," he shot back, grabbing the door handle to pull it open and motioned for her to enter before him. Ladies first, after all.
From a brief glance inside, there were a few blue collar types sitting around, conversing quietly and nursing beers after a long day at work. It was definitely Booth's preferred type of place. "I'm not sure if that means we should be getting along or at each other's throat." He grinned at her. "It'd be a pity to arrest you for reckless driving after we just met."
He walked inside after her, squinting until his eyes adjusted to the dim, smokey interior. "Drunkenly crashing somewhere never ends up well. Someone loses a kidney to the black market." Or woke up the next morning with big regrets for violating a moral by doing something when decision making was poor. "I'm not even going to comment on that."