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Kitty was pulling an extra shift today, where the zombies were playing songs from their greatest hits CD (seriously, it was a thing) and luckily there was a special.

SPECIAL
HALF OFF FIRST ROUND!

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I'm going to dinner so there'll be some SP, then around the rest of the night.

Or you can mod Tino if that's your thing.

Half priced alcohol? Well, count Goody in. Especially now that he knew teachers in this century were paid way more than they were where he was from.

No one let him know it's still not that much. Those poor, poor teachers.

"I do believe I've heard this song before. Though it may have just been a cat being killed."

He was sort of settling in here.

Well, after the Korean girl and then finding Faraday of all people, Billy had finally found the man he'd actually been looking for.

And once that happened, stopped a little short to figure out what he was supposed to do now. Goody was the talker, not him.

"Goodnight."

Goody turned in his seat so fast he nearly fell off. Because he knew that voice.

"Billy?"

Yep. They definitely knew each other's names. Good for them.

Billy nodded, just a barely there ducking of his chin in response to that. His hands twitched for something to do with them as he glanced around the bar for who might have been watching them.

No, he did not know to look for fucking squirrels.

Propriety was a bitch and a half when your very good 'travelling companion' showed up out of nowhere.

Goody took a breath, stepping a hair too close into Billy's personal space to put his hands on the man's shoulders to confirm he was actually here and this wasn't some alcohol induced hallucination. "I was starting to get concerned," he teased. "Mr. Rocks."

"Goody," he replied quietly, making it sound like an apology.

Faraday had sat at his shop for about two minutes after Billy left before he made a decision and got up to follow him. And now he was in the bar, flagging down the bartender. "Hey," he hissed, low so as not to interrupt the touching reunion scene going on between two very good traveling companions. "Excuse me, miss?"

It took Goody a moment to work through the sheer joy of seeing Billy again to catch that. And when he did, he just looked confused before also checking that they weren't exactly drawing a crowd.

Then very slowly pulled his hands back. "What's wrong? This is--we're in the future. It sounds crazy, but it's true. They elected a black man as president. And we're supposed to say black instead of colored," he said with a smile that was just verging on desperate.

Because he knew how to read Billy's expression. And it didn't look great.

Because this wasn't fair. He didn't want to say goodbye to him, but there he was anyway for it. Because one of them had to go and outlive the other somehow.

"I'm gone for five minutes and you end up in the future," Billy said in the sort of deadpan that usually made Goody laugh.

"Not by choice," Goody replied with all the wounded pride of a man clinging to well worn argument.

Billy sighed, offering him one of the smile, private smiles that usually only occurred around Goody. "With Faraday?"

"Not by choice," Goody repeated with actual humor behind it.

Billy's smile widened a little at that and he looked over Goody's shoulder where the man thought he was being inconspicuous.

"You could have chosen better company."

It was teasing at least.

"Now, cher," Goody chided.

They were just avoiding the elephant in the room by mocking Faraday. No big.

Billy brushed up next to him at the bar, shoulders touching in a way that could be easily written off as anything else.

"We have the weekend."

Because they were such great friends, yes.

"Why--" Goody was at a loss for words for a change.

Why just the weekend? Why wouldn't, couldn't he stay?

"Trust me on this?" Billy implored quietly, taking Goody's drink to try for himself.

"You don't even like whiskey," Goody muttered, shoulders slumping a little. Because of course he'd trust Billy to be on the level about this. "Things are... different here."

Billy shrugged, downing the glass anyway.

"I've heard."

Possibly the reason he hadn't made a move to pull away from him yet.

Goody struggled for words again, lifting his hand to get another drink from the other, much surlier bartender.

"I have a room if you'll be here all weekend."

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