[ Round one of shots done, he takes a gulp of his vodka-coke to make sure that shit mixes fast. Steve orders another round of shots and whatever the fuck the Blood of Satan is (he's hazarding a guess it's a bloody mary with that evil little trident for show instead of an umbrella), and this time he holds out his shot glass to Billy. Maybe Billy does have a lot in common with Eddie but he went to the same parties as Steve, he knows the routine. It's easier to find even ground with him outside, away from his safe-haven hotel room.

It's all a little unreal, he would agree.

... The music is terrible, but he keeps that to himself. At least the volume is down as the night heats up. ]

Second shots up!

[ It is entirely his plan to get fucked up, sticking his own tongue out at the taste of whatever he just swallowed. ]

Eddie, you got your second drink already; Billy, what weird shit do you want off that monstrosity of a menu?