He didn't even notice Lindsey or he might have called him Eliot. He was too busy being lost in his own world and even then some when his whiskey came along. The bar tender didn't look entirely thrilled with Booth's order, hard drinks usually meant the number of drinks would be short as well. Less drinks less money. Booth didn't particularly care. Did that make him a bad person? Maybe. Many thins did lately. He wasn't terribly wrecked over it. He'd threatened a few lives and didn't care. That was what mainly worried him. In the past he might have at least hesitated, but now not so much.
There was a presence near by that caused Booth to look up with a slight annoyance written over his face. With good reason. That smirk was defiantly not Eliot. Eliot would have said 'there's something wrong with you', or some other gruff comment, not be too cocky for his own good like the man sitting beside him.
At first Booth didn't say anything. He wasn't a fan of the lawyer, but then again he wasn't a fan of most lawyers. Unless they were blond and hot and female. Then he could see getting behind that. In more ways then one. But that was another story for another time. "What do you want?"