Ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've)?
Bill's sitting with his legs open, elbows on his knees, hands dangling. Joe's surprised to see that he's smiling to himself. He looks up at Joe, friendly and benevolent like he rarely is.
"Good night, huh?" he says. His voice is slurred and raw.
"Yeah." Joe answers, at a loss.
When he wakes up, Billy's gone. Joe's confused for a second, but then he realises that it's fucking Sunday. Groaning, he rolls out of bed and looks for his clothes. His trousers are still wet from yesterday - beer spills or sweat, or both. His shirt's gone. Billy's is lying where Joe threw it after he peeled it off him last night.