"Yeah. One thing I've learned? He who smiles and denies it usually masterminded it," he stated, not buying it. "Especially if you're throwing knives in your undercover act." Which if he was reading it right, probably meant that Booth had some ability with a knife.
"I don't. What I think bar, I think shot of Jack, a beer to chase it with, and good looking bartenders," he answered, shrugging. As he shifted direction to follow Booth towards the SUV, he pulled the band off his wrist and pulled his hair back into a messy ponytail. "I know a few places around town."
Since he was heading for the driver's side, it looked like he was riding shotgun. "I don't drink enough to get drunk," he said as he waited for the door to unlock. He didn't like losing awareness of his surroundings. There was no telling who had bad intentions, especially in a place like this, where demons looked like Joe Normal until they got hit with a good dose of holy water. "There's a place a few minutes away."