Booth grinned, clearly having enjoyed himself. "I'll take that as a compliment," he replied as he headed over to flick on the outdated TV sitting on a stand pushed back against the water stained wall. Each channel was fuzzier than the last, the best being an old movies channel still full of static.
"I'm not going to bitch." He held up a hand. "I'm just going to say that I can manage too. I just need to find an ATM." And make sure my bank account still exists, he added as an afterthought. Booth pulled his jacket off and almost tossed it on the hook, but then decided he'd rather sleep with it between his face and the pillow. He wasn't a germophobe by a long shot, but this place? He didn't want to tempt fate. Keys, badge, wallet all dropped onto the bed in a pile and he sat down on the end.
"All right. I'll still be here," he said as he squinted at the screen, just managing to make out Ingrid Bergman.