Booth almost snorted beer, taking a sip at the right time. "More than one. I'm a hockey fan," he replied as wiped the corner of his mouth with the bottom of his palm. "It's an FBI thing, though sometimes I kind of like to rebel," he said conspiratorially, lifting his leg and pulling the leg of his jeans up just enough for her to see the top of his sock, black and blue striped. "Those are actually kind of tame."
He lowered his leg and dropped the pant leg. "No." Booth shook his head. "One of the rules of air guitar is that it is never out of tune. All you do is cut loose, feel the rhythm, and go with it." He smirked proudly. "It'd be hard not to."
His response was two thumbs up. "If I don't get you to do it tonight," he replied, glancing out at the dance floor. "But that will happen, to the original and unreplaceable classics."