"I wasn't planning on being found. " He answered simply giving Lindsey a look of annoyance over his drink. The place was little more then a hole in the wall, and Booth was okay with that. Usually he wanted better, but this wasn't a typical case. There were heavy things weighing down his mind. Things of a personal standard that he didn't feel comfortable disclosing to a stranger. Even one with Eliot's face. He watched him for a minute and then went back to his drink, sipping at it lightly. Slowing down a little this time, he was starting to feel the buzz of liquor take effect.
"Former." Booth shrugged. "Only friendly games now. " He remembered nights when he used to seek places like this out. Whether it be for a game of pool, or poker, he would go anywhere out of the way to get a game in. Played for high stakes money. High risk games. They weren't your fathers sunday night poker games in the den, they were run by gangsters and swarmed by loan sharks. Not exactly the best road to go down, but at the time he hadn't known what it was doing. He couldn't see the signs that it was effecting his work until it was too late.
"It should feel wrong, but half the time I wonder if I can feel anything anymore. "Except annoyance and anger that was. But weren't those two things closely related? Sweets would have said something like that.