"But this is the classic hard stuff. Foreigner, ACDC, Metallica," he rattled off, stopping before the list became a mile long. "We're going to have to fix that." By the end of the night, she would at least know a few of his favorites and the artists responsible for their creation.
He looked thoughtful for a moment before shrugging. "I'll give it a shot," Booth replied before disappearing back into the crowd. Muttering 'excuse me' was completely lost even on those within shouting distance so he muscled his way through as unintrusively as he possibly could until he made it to the bar.
As he waited for the bartender, he glanced over at the young blonde drinking beside him. "What kind of drink is that?" he asked loudly, motioning to her glass. The young woman smiled and gave him a once over.
"Whatever you want to buy me," she replied coyly after finishing her inspection. Booth managed a polite smile, not expecting that answer, though maybe he might have phrased it differently.
As the bartender arrived, he pointed to the empty cocktail glance once more. "I'll have two of whatever she was drinking and a beer. Budweiser or Guiness, whatever you have." The bartender moved away to get the drinks and the blond slid closer and started to attempt a conversation. Booth took the bait for the time it took to get the orders filled.
When the bartender returned, he counted out the bills, slid one of the cocktail glasses towards the young woman, and took the other and the bottle. The trip across the floor was a little more difficult than before and he wound up with both drinks held above his head, praying that he didn't end up bathed in martini.