Ty smirked. "I don't backwash. I'm a very refined drinker." His tone was ironic, but there was amusement lurking behind it. He reached for the bottle again when she handed it up to him and took another swig. It burned all the way down. Fantastic.
When she asked why he was sprawling on her couch with booze, he shrugged a shoulder even though she couldn't see him. "Didn't feel like drinkin' at the bar," he told her. "Seemed like as good a place as any." Ty wasn't the sentimentalist type, but being here felt like home to him, even if he wouldn't have said it out loud. He had to laugh when she said that Ledger saw more of him than she did. "'Course he does," he said, setting the bottle down again so she could reach it if she wanted. "He piles up on top of me to sleep most nights when I'm here. You wanna try that, I'm willing."
That might get him smacked, but Ty didn't care. It was fun to poke at her sometimes. "The pretty boy might not like that, though," he added.
When she said they could put another bed in here, he asked, "Where would you put it? Got another bedroom in this place I don't know about?"