He looks at the keys and his hand goes to his pocket.

"Hey," He laughs.

"Looks like she got you, sheriff." Pete jeers as he and Christy slow dance close by.

Bill gives Pete an unamused look that turns into a grin when he sees the twigs and bits of leaves sticking out of the other man's hair.

"That reminds me," Christy says, jabbing Pete in the side. "Where's your keys? You better give 'em t'me now."

"But, butter-muffin," Pete whines.

Leaving Christy to handle matters Bill turns his smile and attention back to Kate.