It took approximately fifteen minutes before Booth abandoned deciphering his notes in favor of food, beer, and the baseball game. He was more of a hockey and football fan, but it went some distance to taking his mind off of his current dilemma.
He finished off his first round and shoved the glass towards the other end of the counter. The bartender, easy going guy bigger than Booth, ambled away from his current customers on the other end of the bar and came to refill his glass. Booth dropped another couple of bills on the counter and pulled the glass back.
The game cut to commercial and he tore his attention away from the TV, taking a brief glance around at his surroundings. His gaze landed on the couple of glasses sitting in front of the guy a few stools down and a weary, humorless smile appeared. "Looks like you're having about as good a week as I am."