Disclaimer: I do not own Nashville. If I did, Wilnar would be together. (Yes I use couple names. Deal with it)
Warnings: Slash. Alcohol. Slight Cursing.
11:00 pm
"What are you drinkin' about?" Will asks Gunnar as he sits down on the couch beside his expects, he's greeted with an icy stare.
"No job, no girlfriend and you... you," Gunnar responds. He pauses and stares at down at bottle of scotch in his hands and takes another swig. After a few moments, Will decides to break the silence
"I wha-" he's interrupted.
"Shut the hell up! You know exactly what you did. You left someone who was going to stand by your side for Jeff Fordham..." tears flow before he can finish the thought, so he takes a few more swigs. It seems as if hours pass in the quiet that falls over the room for the next seven minutes. Will knows he has to choose his words carefully.
"I'm sorry, man. I've got to do what's gonna put me on the map." He attempts to reach a hand out to Gunnar, but is swatted away. He reaches for the bottle as his friend put it to his lips. "Enough, Gun."
"You think think you can tell me when enough is enough. You don't even know the full story and probably don't even care." Gunnar yells and unsuccessfully attempts to retrieve the scotch. Will feels sorry for his friend, so he takes a tight grip on his hand. He watches as his friend turns his face away.
"Look at me, I do. I do care. Just talk to me." Gunnar tightens the grip on his hand, still not looking at Will.
"He used to work the business side of the prison Jason was in. It was a long time ago. He was really rude to the inmates. Jason didn't listen to him when he bossed him around and it pissed him off, so he got some of his minions to beat the shit out of him." Will's heart drops and his decision's made before he can fully process what happens. He hugs Gunnar and gives him a look that assures him he's not the only employed singer around. "Good night."
9:45 am
Will walks back into the kitchen and pours a pot of coffee. He grabs two mugs. I wish it was like this every day. He thinks to him self. Damn. Ain't nothin' going on with him. Never will be. He continues to make the coffees- two Splenda , one cream for him, and black for the man in the next room. He's momentarily unfazed, but as soon as he steps into the living room and sees Gunnar waking up, it hits him again. Messy hair has never looked so handsome. And he wants to run. Run so far away that he never has to face those feelings again. Ever. Gunnar's already facing him, though, so he figures that's not an option. "Coffee? Thanks, dude! That's so sweet" Will takes a extends the cup out for the man in front of him, and takes a few steps, but trips over the scotch he thrown to the ground in the night and lands besides Gunnar, who at this point is covered with the scalding hot liquid.
TBC in the semi-near future. Reviews are appreciated in the mean time. Btw, am I the only that thinks they should add Will to the character list?