[He is not subtle about the way he looks down at Steve's hand after he turns, like he's trying desperately to solve a puzzle in his head. He's too high for it; he reaches out, grabs some of Steve's fingers with his pinky and propels them forward.
The shots are there, there are more bodies crowding around them and it would easy to get lost. Was this plan a? He think so. He doesn't want to vanish yet, so he takes a glass one by one, passes them down their weird little train and raises in a mid toast before he swallows it.
Obviously it tastes sweet and like lighter fluid all at once. Billy could drink that all night, honestly. ] Shit that burns.
[The music is getting louder, he realises. More people must be the cue. Now he has something to move to. ]
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The shots are there, there are more bodies crowding around them and it would easy to get lost. Was this plan a? He think so. He doesn't want to vanish yet, so he takes a glass one by one, passes them down their weird little train and raises in a mid toast before he swallows it.
Obviously it tastes sweet and like lighter fluid all at once. Billy could drink that all night, honestly. ] Shit that burns.
[The music is getting louder, he realises. More people must be the cue. Now he has something to move to. ]