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Billy King
It didn’t surprise Billy to hear Alex speak about the Sullivans with such venom, but the talk of going after them guns blazing didn’t sit well with him. It was hard to tell sometimes how much Alex thought through his intentions. The way he saw it, the man was prone to escapism - going on holiday whenever he wanted, cheating on the mother of his child instead of confronting his feelings, generally doing what he wanted. When he said then that he wanted to put a bullet in the men who had attacked Spencer and rhetorically asked if he would actually do it, Billy turned to look at him, nervously awaiting his answer. He let out a subtle breath of relief when Alex concluded that he wouldn’t and let his eyes fall back on the staff room door, going for a long drag of his cigarette. “We’ll come up with something, mate,” he assured him. “Once that meeting is over and we’ve got Moretti’s input, we can put our heads together and figure out the best way to handle this. If it ain’t too late to steer it away from violence, that’d be nice...Just don’t try to sort this on your own, Alex, yeah? We’ve got your back.”
The waitress returned then, handing him a fresh Vesper Martini and the shots that Alex had asked for. “Lovely, thanks,” he said, and without hesitation he poured the shot down his throat. He let his head roll back to gaze up at the ceiling, empty shot glass in one hand, Martini and cigarette in the other. The burning sensation in his throat was tempting him to get drunk, but he knew that wasn’t a good idea while Gabriel Moretti was around. When Alex called him out for being restless, Billy wedged his cigarette between his lips and sat up, answering with a shrug. “Nothin’,” he mumbled. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off the door.
Despite everything, he suddenly wanted to open up to Alex about what he had found in Erik’s pocket. At this point, he couldn’t even deny to himself that he missed his friend - not a minute had gone by since their falling out that he hadn’t thought of him. He hated not being on speaking terms. However, as much as he wanted to open up, he was still sober enough to know that bringing up the pouch of cocaine wasn’t worth the risk of getting Erik in trouble. “You seen Erik about lately?” he casually asked, before he could stop himself. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with his brother so as not to let on how much the answer meant to him. “We had a bit of a tiff the other day and he ain’t been talkin’ to me. I didn’t think it was that bad, but I dunno…” Billy shrugged again and took a sip of his martini. “Just wonderin’ if you knew how he was.”
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