Billy held the cigarette in exchange for the flask, and let it smolder, giving off heat, as Goody's lips touched his. It was such a fleeting gesture, as nebulous and informative as the sharing of cigarette and flask were. Billy was no longer the upstart boy, barely a young man, he'd been when he'd started running with Goodnight Robicheaux. In those years since, they had learned a language of hidden glances. But it was these moments, fleeting and quiet and promised, that lived in Billy's chest for ages.
He sighed, just a little. How was it that Goodnight made him feel like some lovestruck boy when he did things like this? He touched Goody's wrist with his free hand and, when he removed himself from the kiss, he gestured to the flask.
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Date: 2016-10-17 09:00 pm (UTC)He sighed, just a little. How was it that Goodnight made him feel like some lovestruck boy when he did things like this? He touched Goody's wrist with his free hand and, when he removed himself from the kiss, he gestured to the flask.
"You're going to drop it if you act stupid."