Now that they were both just sitting there by each other, knees almost touching, staring at the thing, it seemed like one of them ought to drink it. Frank wasn't opposed, per se. At least he knew Billy a little, now. Well, things could only go up from the mess he'd made at the gala, right?
"Are you?" he asked casually, sipping his beer, looking out over the crowd. "Looking?"
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"Are you?" he asked casually, sipping his beer, looking out over the crowd. "Looking?"