"Strip club might be fun," He says with a dry laugh, shoving a few more fries into his mouth. Eddie nudges Billy's leg with his foot beneath the table, trying for some kind of connection. It's impossible for him not to feel hopelessly ill equipped for this, but he's determined to try. A lot about their relationship has been clumsy, difficult to navigate, so he supposes this shouldn't be any exception.

"I've got something that might help," Eddie bends down, reaching for his bag to pull it closer. He digs through it until he produces a bottle of Jack and sets it on the table. It might not be his best idea, but he thinks it might help grease the wheels, so to speak. "Thirsty?"