Bill had never really liked Javier, and Javier had never really liked Bill. They hated each other, to say the least. But, Bill would literally rather die the worst way possible on earth to ignore those feelings and to tell Javier about them, and just to open up once in his life. He was downing beer after beer like it was nothing, he was basically immune to the alcohol at this point in his miserable little life. He looked over, seeing Javier tuning his guitar strings. Bill still wanted to start up a conversation.

“Hey! Hey, uh, Javier.. whatchu doin' over there?”