"So, you never told me what brought you to New York."
Dom shoves his hands in his pockets. "Music, I guess. And just...New York. Great city, y'know? Good people, good times. Good place to be." He knows he's rambling, but can't seem to help himself. He's fucking nervous around this guy--he's never nervous around people.
"Hmm. I like what I've seen of it so far."
Does he mean...? "Well, if you need a tour guide, let me know. Give me a call or something." Dom wants to fall into a hole. A large, black hole. Any second now, if there's a God.
Billy gives him a smile. "I'd like that, Dom."
"Oh. Uh, here we are." Thank God. "Ready for a drink?"
Billy laughes. "I was born ready."