Yes

Billy looks crushed as their ball plops into his final cup, splashing his shirt with a drop of beer. “I...” He looks legitimately devastated as Naomi leads him back to the couch, and Jill pulls Anthony up to play beer pong with her.

Connor and Diane are talking until Naomi sits Billy down next to Connor, before scurrying over to whisper to her best friend.

“How you holding up bud?” Connor asks.

Billy sighs. “Fine, I guess. Couldn’t you or Bobby have beaten me? Frank just feels like a bit of a gut punch. As much as I love the guy, that ain’t his game.”

“You know what’ll cheer you up?” Connor asks, pulling Billy to his feet. “Shots!”

He pours himself and Billy shots, and after asking around pours additional ones for Diane, Hannah, and Susie. After some heavy pressure from her friend, Naomi asks for one too.

The six of them knock back their vodka, causing Naomi to cough pretty bad, before Hannah asks. “Hey, where’s Ella?”