"That makes one of us," Booth replied dryly before taking a drink of the new brew. He had a feeling that there would be a few more before the night ended and thankfully had walked rather than driven to the establishment. The only thing that he'd have to worry about would be getting from point A to B.
"The wonders of alcohol. There's not a bad day it can't fix," he agreed, staring at the glass a moment before setting it back down. He glanced over to see the man extending his hand and reached out to take it, shaking his hand. "Seeley Booth. Can't escape the city?"