Billy rolled his eyes and shoved Frank's shoulder. "Here I am, about to get fucking poetic about your dick, and you gotta be that way. Of course you're gonna get that again."

He grinned and took a drink from his glass before he set it aside. He felt warm and fuzzy with booze again and he wasn't in a hurry to be anything else.

"Maybe I'm just saying you gotta be nice to me."