As he cracks open a soda, Billy finds himself torn between the gathering crowd outside, and the two chicks groping eachother in the absence of people by large inside. Ok, so the butch look isn't usually his thing, but there to compliment the redhead, well he'd be hard pressed not to stare. Of course with his shades on, his eyes don't betray him. Although leaning rather nonchallantly against the soda machine, taking a swig of the soda while casually looking to the front of the laundromat, there are other, more instinctual telltales. Had he known he'd be subjected to the little bit of a show, he probably would have worn baggier pants.