Who: Booth and Parker (Leverage!) What:Drinking-possibly heavily When: Backdated slightly to last night. Where: random bar of random. Warnings: tba
Booth prided himself on being an honest man. He liked being able to say he didn't tell a lie, but lately that was all he did. Honestly after everything that had happened could anyone really blame him for not wanting to talk anymore? They'd already said too much..whoever came up with the phrase sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me needed to be shot in the kneecaps. It was a lie. Words did hurt, but Booth brushed it off like it was nothing. He was tired of drama, and tired of emotional ties, so he quietly slipped under the radar into work mode.
Or at least he'd tried when Parker came along and tried to ask him if he was okay. The truth was? No, no he wasn't. But he was sick of discussing how much things sucked. He was tired of talking and just wanted a drink. He knew it wasn't the answer to end all his problems, but it was a temporary mind numbing experience that he longed for. At least for a little while. Parker was still with Bones for the time being, so it gave him a small window of opportunity, and that was enough for him. A tiny window was all he needed.
He waited at the bar for Parker to come along, the way she was tlaking it sounded like she needed someone to talk to herself, so it would be a nice change of pace not to be the one venting. He felt bad for her. And Hardison was wigging out. He would have offered to talk to the guy, but he really didn't know him long enough, so listening was the least he could do. He sipped at a scotch on the rocks and leaned against the bar.