"I don't need a drink." There is a pause as Kate delivers herself into Billy's lap. Straddling with her knees on either side of his hips and seemingly uncaring to be sitting in the booth still. It's likely Kate's even forgotten what she's wearing as the bottom of the dress rides up enough to show off toned thighs. A touch more and there's a small peek of something purple.

Of course, it's purple. Even the stiff and overly-sequined dress she'd managed to sweet talk from a shop is purple.

"I need you." She leans in close, her lips just barely touching Billy's. Her blue eyes are glassy and clearly hazed from the dosed shots and she is radiating the smell of apple on her breath. She should have stuck with water. Or a glass of wine. Or something not from the club at all. At least it's Billy, though. Whatever it is, whatever is digging into her psyche and skin deep enough to make her completely need her best friend, she's safe.

That is the logic Kate will have when it's all said and done.

For now, though, her hands are tangled in his shirt while her mouth is against his throat and jaw.