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Oct. 26th, 2017 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
assassinwithahairpinThe whole month has been something of a crap shot, and Billy was just trying to keep the apartment a place apart, a little haven for them, because the last thing they needed was the outside world creeping in here. He knew, Halloween night was going to be a menace. He had plans on that. He'd stocked up on good gin and good scotch, had gotten some opium from a man that assured it was clean and had blended that in with some of his tobacco, and was ready with plenty of music to drown out any noise outside their apartment. For twelve hours, it would be just them: him and Goodnight and the dog, and that was that. In the morning, he would go out and deal with that needed dealing with. He would not be pulled away before then.
But they had a week. And for now, Billy wasn't going to think about it.
For now, Billy had situated himself at the kitchen table. He was reading a magazine. It was a conspicuous one. He'd been doing this periodically recently, waiting to see if Goodnight would notice--he doubtlessly had--or comment--he had not, yet. Mercy was laid out at his feet, because they'd already been out on their run for the morning, and there was already breakfast, because Billy had picked it up on the way home.
Billy was reading a wedding magazine, and silently griping to himself that it was all brides and grooms. Nobody cared about wedding dresses when both people involved were going to be wearing a suit and tie.
But they had a week. And for now, Billy wasn't going to think about it.
For now, Billy had situated himself at the kitchen table. He was reading a magazine. It was a conspicuous one. He'd been doing this periodically recently, waiting to see if Goodnight would notice--he doubtlessly had--or comment--he had not, yet. Mercy was laid out at his feet, because they'd already been out on their run for the morning, and there was already breakfast, because Billy had picked it up on the way home.
Billy was reading a wedding magazine, and silently griping to himself that it was all brides and grooms. Nobody cared about wedding dresses when both people involved were going to be wearing a suit and tie.
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Date: 2017-11-09 02:12 am (UTC)Goodnight liked to think he had a decent sense of timing, but Billy Rocks had up-ended his entire world, and he'd had trouble remembering time passed at all since then. Except when he looked in a mirror.
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Date: 2017-11-09 04:23 am (UTC)But only because the western symbols and trappings that would mean so much to Goodnight would mean nothing to Billy. Everything about a wedding that Goodnight might want, Billy wouldn't know how to give. Those needed to be his to plan.
That didn't mean he couldn't tease the man.
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Date: 2017-11-11 12:36 am (UTC)He stroked back Billy's hair and tugged him into a kiss.
"Like hell I'm gonna let you plan the event, though."
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Date: 2017-11-11 03:46 am (UTC)"I think you're worried I'd do it better," Billy teased.
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Date: 2017-11-16 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-19 11:23 pm (UTC)He did not, really, want to plan a wedding. That sounded exhausting and terribly tiresome. But it was fun to tease Goodnight.