Billy lifted his eyebrows. "You actually know parts of this city outside of Hell's Kitchen and Little Italy? When the hell you get so worldly, Frankie? We haven't even shipped out yet."

He grinned and nursed his second drink, but fuck, maybe he was going to need an IV drip of alcohol to get him through tonight. Frank was-- Billy had no idea. Maybe it was all in his head. It had to be. Frank was married now. Everything was different.