"Because I don't live in fucking Manhatten, even the shitty part of it." Billy grinned and poured them each a drink - enough to get them started, anyway. He didn't measure, and Frank got a glass that probably had three shots in it.

Billy sipped his own, leaning on the counter, long and lean, as he considered Frank and listened to him. Then he laughed and set his glass down. He pushed away from the counter and back into Frank's space, and he kissed him again like they'd been kissing on the train: like Frank had kissed him up against the wall.

"I've been waiting for thirty fuckin' minutes to see you naked, Castle."