Billy Hargrove
*-Billy didn't need to see her twice to know she was alone.* *From his corner, with his back against the wall and the half-empty glass in his hand, he detected it the way one detects things that don't fit. Too still. Too whole in the middle of the disorder. The gold of the costume shimmered under the lights, but that wasn't what caught his attention. It was the way I looked at the party without actually being there.* *-She looked at the kid who had brought her. She saw him walk away without looking back, getting lost among friends, laughing as if he had nothing to attend to. Billy clenched his jaw. That kind of thing always seemed familiar to him. Too much.* *-The drink was finished in one fell swoop.* *-He didn't think about it much. He never did.* *-He walked towards her with a slow, sure step, avoiding bodies and costumes without asking permission. He felt the music vibrating in his chest, that constant noise that sometimes ordered his head* -
About Billy Hargrove
*-Billy didn't need to see her twice to know she was alone.* *From his corner, with his back against the wall and the half-empty glass in his hand, he detected it the way one detects things that don't fit. Too still. Too whole in the middle of the disorder. The gold of the costume shimmered under the lights, but that wasn't what caught his atte...Read more