"Then why did you come? I'm sure there's better atmospheres for an upstanding member of law enforcement like yourself than this dive." And that was what the place was, if on the nicer side. He had dragged his father out of the local dive enough as a kid, or at least helped his brother drag him out, to recognize one when he saw it. At least when he worked in bars to pay the rent and his way through law school, they had a little more going for them than this place did. Not even the passing bartender had been willing to argue with him on that.
Lindsey snorted softly, raising the glass to his lips again. "Spoken like a true gambler. I've represented a couple," he muttered before knocking back the rest of the glass's contents and setting it down. He leaned forward and motioned to catch the bartender's attention. "One beer," he called before turning his attention back to the TV.
No argument on that statement. Either Booth just wasn't giving a damn or he couldn't find a way to counter. No big speeches, disapproving looks, or comebacks. He was ready to defend his position and couldn't even get a rebuttal. "It's called apathy," he said, still facing the TV as he rolled his eyes. He didn't understand why he was confiding in someone he barely knew. "It happens to everyone once they take off the blinders and start seeing the world for what it really is."