( while he doesn't love a stranger's accusatory voice rousing him from his sleep, billy can think of at least a dozen things he loves a whole lot less — hangovers, bright lights, supes, the sound of some man's voice echoing off the walls. he doesn't turn from his position tucked in the covers, not immediately. his head hurts so much, and this lad is so loud. christ, he's going to have to answer with something, isn't he. )
Keep your pants on. Don't know nothing about your Beth.
( with his accent, it sounds more like beff.
hotel room, stranger, hangover, bile on the back of his tongue. sounds like the morning after a party, which is all well and good. it also means— )
She's about somewhere, I reckon. ( if she hasn't hightailed it out of here, walk of shame and all. ) Check the loo.
( and he closes his eyes once more. he's done his part. politely fuck off now, thanks. )
welcome
Keep your pants on. Don't know nothing about your Beth.
( with his accent, it sounds more like beff.
hotel room, stranger, hangover, bile on the back of his tongue. sounds like the morning after a party, which is all well and good. it also means— )
She's about somewhere, I reckon. ( if she hasn't hightailed it out of here, walk of shame and all. ) Check the loo.
( and he closes his eyes once more. he's done his part. politely fuck off now, thanks. )