Now that had Booth laughing. He had to abort taking the shot to wait until he knew he wouldn't suck it up his sinuses. If it burned going down he really didn't want to know how it felt going up. "Trust me, I'm already heading there myself," he said once the laughter abated, pointing at her.
A few more chuckles and a shake of his head followed before he knocked back the shot and set the glass down triumphantly. He made a small face as the liquor burned down to his stomach. "And I'd be most grateful so I'd cuff you gently," he joked, reaching out to grab the bottle again. "Uncle Sam but I ask nicely first. Most of the time and when I have a choice."
He grew a little serious as he filled both their glasses. Booth put heart and soul into his job often and sometimes suffered the consequences. "I get that. I like to think I'm ok with people but putting everything into work..." he trailed off, setting down the bottle and shrugging. "Guess I don't need too much of a social life." As long as he got to see his son and had a few laughs with friends here and there, it was balanced.