[The guitar is fire; he's into it, despite the initial caution. He nods to it, takes a sip, and then the fucking voice, and Billy Hargrove honest to god loses it on Eddie Munson's bed, howling with laughter, knocked onto his back.
It's a bark, the noise so rare that he has trouble controlling it. He flings an arm over his eyes, and wheezes: ] Are you fucking kidding me, Munson -
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It's a bark, the noise so rare that he has trouble controlling it. He flings an arm over his eyes, and wheezes: ] Are you fucking kidding me, Munson -
[And loses it all over again. ]