"Whoa--" His arm comes down and around her almost automatically when Kate melts into his side. He should-- you know, probably push her away. That's what a good friend would do. But everything is pleasantly hazy and warm and... there are lips on his neck that are making it a bit hard to remember to be a good friend.

He should really know this is what happens whenever he goes to the club and yet... here he is. Maybe part of Billy likes the potential for reckless encounters, a chance to get out of his head a bit.

"I haven't even bought you a drink yet," he teases, already a little bit of a rougher note to his voice. Maybe those apple shots weren't a good idea, or maybe it's the sweet scent of aphrodisiacs in the air. He's not really sure, but part of him can't care when he's too busy trying to coax Kate closer.