"Oh I think he does a share more than that." Goodnight drank, but he tended to be more... quiet about it. He accepted the cigarette as Billy opened the flask; at the moment it had the last of some very fine tequila he picked up in Texas. He would have to refill it soon, and he doubted Rose Creek had anything comparable. Beggars could not be choosers, so he would make due.

"Just wanted to be sure nothing is out of sorts." Billy had his reasons, and Goodnight did not feel the need to investigate that too deeply. He drank enough for the both of them more than he cared to admit.