You and Billy had gone out, peacefully sipping on whatever alcohol you could get your hands on at the saloon. You took it slow that night, but for some reason, Billy went through drinks like there was no tomorrow. Inevitably, he started stumbling around and slurring nonsense. You were surprised- Billy was never one to get drunk before you - but you were even more shocked when your friend pulled you in close, his breath on your neck filling your nose with the smell of booze. You felt his hand at the small of your back, and he lowered his tone, drunkenly mumbling something to you.

“Can we get outta here..?”