Goodnight caught Billy's flapping hand to pull him out of bed if he had to. Thankfully he came along quietly and Goodnight smiled, easy and bright, when Billy got to his feet. Billy Rocks knew and could do many things, but Goodnight did not for a second expect he knew how to waltz.

He pulled Billy close, arranging their hands until everything felt in the right place. "Watch my face, not our feet," he drawled, accent a bit heavier with as much as they'd had to drink. Smoking hadn't helped a bit either, but he felt good, relaxed. Even if they fell all over each other, he didn't care.