[ Billy figures he doesn't have to answer. If it were him pouring the drinks, he'd automatically pour an extra glass. And, really, it may as well be him, right? Some version of him, anyway.
He takes a seat on one of the stools, acting cool but underneath he's on high alert. This is what he does. This is how he's gotten where he is, by playing calm as a cucumber. Maybe he should have kept himself in better check and Frank might not have gotten the upper hand on him. ]
So, are you going to tell me who the hell you are, or are we just gonna dance around it?
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He takes a seat on one of the stools, acting cool but underneath he's on high alert. This is what he does. This is how he's gotten where he is, by playing calm as a cucumber. Maybe he should have kept himself in better check and Frank might not have gotten the upper hand on him. ]
So, are you going to tell me who the hell you are, or are we just gonna dance around it?