"Better be," Kavinsky said with a wink as he got a step away.

He wasn't away long, and when he came back he had beers, unopened yet because he wasn't sure he trusted an open drink. He might enjoy whatever was happening with an open drink, but he certainly didn't trust it, and he wasn't sure that he wanted that sort of an adventure right that moment.

He pushed the bottle against Billy's side, let the cold seep against him, as he came up behind him.