"Bugs," Billy said, casual and noncommittal. Then, with a bit more of a smile around his eyes, he said, "Drafty. The nights are colder, without a real bed."
Billy took the cigarette back and tried to remember the last time there had been a bed in their sights. The last scenario that had seen them under a roof with four walls around them. It had been a while, months maybe. They'd been fat on winning one of Billy's fights and flush with decent liquor. No one had batted an eye at Goodnight Robicheaux and his East Asian fighting man.
Billy liked it that way. He looked at the ember on the cigarette and sighed softly.
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Date: 2016-10-17 04:38 pm (UTC)Billy took the cigarette back and tried to remember the last time there had been a bed in their sights. The last scenario that had seen them under a roof with four walls around them. It had been a while, months maybe. They'd been fat on winning one of Billy's fights and flush with decent liquor. No one had batted an eye at Goodnight Robicheaux and his East Asian fighting man.
Billy liked it that way. He looked at the ember on the cigarette and sighed softly.
"Where's your flask? I want a drink."