The Perk, Late Sunday Morning

[wefindintheashes]

Well, Goodnight would be remiss as to not treat his companion to breakfast before he... left again. Which was something creeping up that Goody would very much care to pretend wasn't happening.

They were both outside, sitting close to avoid the mild chill in the air and sharing both a cigarette and some drink that was far too sweet and complicated for it's own good.

But it was going to be drunk by one of them because it had been paid for, damn it.

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[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

Well Billy for one wasn't about to let the thing go to waste. It'd cost an arm and a leg by 19th century standards.

But for now, he was just enjoying the companionable silence before Goody could work himself up into some tizzy about... everything.

[wefindintheashes]

He would be wounded by the implication that he would be dramatic about something. Deeply wounded.

"I should have taken you to New Orleans," Goody lamented suddenly. "For proper coffee and beignets."

There were seriously a lot of 'should haves' going on with him this weekend.

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

"Goody." Look, if Louisiana was anything like Texas, Billy would have ended up stabbing some idiot in a bar.

[wefindintheashes]

"I should have," Goody insisted, despite the sheer exasperation Billy managed to pour into his name. Which wasn't fair in the slightest, Mr. Rocks.

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

Billy rolled his eyes at that, taking a drag of the cigarette before handing it over for Goody.

"I didn't need to go to New Orleans."

[wefindintheashes]

"I will assume that is merely because you have never been," Goody replied, leaning back a little as he breathed out smoke.

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Billy replied with a tiny smile.

[wefindintheashes]

"You wound me, Billy," Goody replied.

And it managed to relax him a little despite his best efforts at being a drama queen.

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

That could have also been the cigarette, but who knew?

Billy took another sip of the too sweet, too milky drink, making a face at it before putting it down. With his hands free, he fished out the flask that had been left with him after... everything had happened.

He held it out for Goody to take. It was his after all. Had a fleur de lis and everything.

[wefindintheashes]

How would anyone know he was Cajun if he didn't cover everything he owned with them, Billy? How would anyone know?

Goody froze up at the sight of it, distinctly remembering their last conversation in that damned bell tower as he took it on reflex. "You really can't stay?"

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

Billy shook his head, looking down at the ground rather than at him. He didn't like this any more than Goody did.

He pressed his shoulder more firmly against Goody's instead of just saying that.

[wefindintheashes]

Well, Goody was the talker. At length. Other than right now, that is.

He ran his thumb over the fleur de lis on the flask before offering it back to Billy. "You keep it," he said. "Until--until I see you again. I always come back for it, don't I?"

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

That sort of logic Billy could accept, putting the flask back where he'd had it the entire weekend before now. "You do."

[wefindintheashes]

"Had things been different," Goody began, being terribly daring as he placed his hand on Billy's wrist.

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

"I know." Because why talk about things when they were just, you know, there. Plain as day.

[luckywithjacks]

Faraday didn't want to intrude, because that way lay a stabbing, he feared, but he did really, really need coffee, and it didn't feel right to just ignore his murder buddies (both in the sense that they had all gotten murdered together and had murdered a lot of people together (good times)), so...

"Goody." Pause. "Billy." Respectful nod.

Awkward.

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

"Faraday," Billy replied. He certainly looked like he was in a better mood than the last time he'd talked to Faraday. So that was something.

[wefindintheashes]

"Mr. Faraday, are you here to join us on this fine morning?" Goody asked, gesturing with his basic as fuck latte.

[luckywithjacks]

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude," Faraday said, eyeing Billy with the wariness of one who had seen him kill a man with his hairpin.

[knives-are-easy.livejournal.com]

Billy just raised his eyebrows at that. He'd met you, Faraday. He had, in fact, met you before now.

"You look nervous."

[wefindintheashes]

"Billy," Goody chided. "You would not be an intrusion if you'd be kind enough to to provide some of those pastries they sell inside."