"All two hundred of it," Eliot replied dryly. His hand rose as Booth staggered, ready to steady him if he tilted too far. He looked like he was about ready to drop on the spot, leaving him to wonder if he was going to make it as far as the truck. If he did, he'd just have to drag him over. One way or another, he'd end up in the emergency room like he needed to.
He waved off the apology. "You do what you have to do." There were plenty of people in the complex he could have asked but the number of vehicles was minimal. He probably wouldn't have even had one if it hadn't been for a pissed off ex trying to get rid of her husband's truck in revenge for cheating on him. They'd struck a pretty good deal.
Heading around to the driver's side, he climbed in and pulled on his seatbelt. His foot sunk down on the brake as he shifted the vehicle to reverse while waiting for Booth to get in.