Booth didn't mind being the person Parker chose to confide in, actually he was kind of happy-it meant that she trusted him, at least he hoped anyway. He was usually pretty good when it came to reading people, but the thieves he'd gotten to know over the lat couple years were a different bunch. They were harder to read. They were obviously good at what they did, and it should have made Booth more uncomfortable that he couldn't get a decent reading but it didn't. It was actually comforting.
He nursed his scotch while he waited for the blond to show, not really worried about how long it took her or if she'd be on time, he was in a bar surrounded by alcohol. Once upon a time he was going to try the whole sober thing, but there just never seemed to be a good opportunity. Or maybe Bela had been right and he wasn't strong enough, of course she'd meant her insult in other ways but Booth took it as a big picture comment and likely in the wrong context. Everything he'd done lately had been lost in context, thanks to the sins and the unfiltered words of supposed friends. He wasn't sure what to think, and so he just needed to cllear his head and disconnect. Emotions were a good thing to have, until they dragged you down and over powered you.
Finally his thoughts were interrupted and Seeley stood to face Parker. She seemed less vibrant then before, but he really couldn't blame her. Still none the less he threw caution to the wind and leaned to give her a hug. "Hey you. " He stated, hoping to come off as sort of a brotherly action. It ended appropriately and shortly, he pulled out a stool for her and offered a small smile. "What's your poison?"