It all clicks into place as Mike takes the bottle back. Billy lets it go, nearly dropping it. His mind works too fast for him to hit the brakes and he sees what's coming. The towel. The alcohol. Six years sober.
Billy doesn't move. The first order he'd hesitated on since shrugging off his jacket back at the hotel. He just stares at Mike, as if he can't believe what's in front of him.
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Date: 2015-07-19 09:31 am (UTC)Billy doesn't move. The first order he'd hesitated on since shrugging off his jacket back at the hotel. He just stares at Mike, as if he can't believe what's in front of him.
"Mike, you can't...there's other ways."