"Can't say I've ever done that, but a tailgating party is never a tailgating party unless beer is involved," he stated with finality. There was no arguing with him on that point.
Booth managed to conjure up a look as close to innocent as he could get knowing full well that she had pegged him. "There are some songs that it's a crime not to air guitar to," he said, slowly shrugging. "So I wouldn't totally rule it out as a possiblity."
He crossed his arms on the table, leaning in as something struck a familiar chord with her. When she came up with Mercury's name, the grin on his face grew and only got bigger when she sang. "Bohemian Rhapsody!" he said as he triumphantly pumped a fist in the air, then pointed at her. "There's hope for you yet, Abby."