TITLE: Truman's House of Sin
AUTHOR: Stonecoldfox
SUMMARY: A brief follow-up to "The Sun'll Come Out…" Will, Grace and Jack spend some quality time together. Awww!
RATING: PG-13, I guess, for some sexual references.
TRUMAN'S HOUSE OF SIN"Oh my…*hiccup*!" Grace murmured, staring at the television. She reached into the popcorn bowl in Will's lap beside her.
"Wow, is that legal?" Will asked as he twisted his head to the side, his eyes following the three contorted male figures on the screen in front of him.
"Yes. In Amsterdam, Brazil, Iceland, Greenland, all Scandinavian countries and some parts of Germany," Jack replied immediately, oblivious to the incredulous looks Will and Grace both aimed at him. "Oh – and in Lou-Lou's House of Sin in Las Vegas," he added with a guilty giggle. "But sshhh! That's confidential information! If everybody knows, it just won't be fun anymore!"
"God!" Will said in a tone that was half-exasperated, half-admiring, as he looked at his gay ferret of a best friend. "You're like a walking Misdemeanour." Jack nodded and bowed graciously.
"Well, that's the – *hiccup* – last of it," Grace grabbed the remote a few minutes later and turned off the television before downing what remained of the popcorn and her drink. She put the video on top of the pile Jack had brought over – videos with names such as "Dallas Does Dallas (And Dave)" and "From Dusk 'Til Dawn 'Til Dusk".
"Do you feel better now, Grace?" Will asked, putting an arm around his best friend.
"Yeah, I kind of do. It's amazing what three guys named – *hiccup* – Steve in a hot tub and a bucket of – *hiccup* – extra-extra-butter-popcorn will do for your self esteem."
Will smiled at Grace. "Well, good. I'm glad you've gotten over the whiny little redhead in bloomers. Annie, I mean," he added, after receiving a glare from Grace. "Even if it took four whole hours of gay porn and much more than a bucket of popcorn."
"Yeah, plus the fact that your creaming soda was about 90% vodka," Jack muttered, grinning to himself.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, Jack," Will said quietly, giving Jack a meaningful look.
"Hear what? What did he – *hiccup* – say?"
"Nothing, he was just –"
"I was just saying how nice it was of Will to get you all liquored up," Jack smiled sweetly at his best friend. "You're the best, Will! See, Grace, that's what he does for me when I'm feelin' down. Sixteen shots of tequila and I'm out like a light! What, you didn't think that was just soda you've been slammin' down all night? Come on! How the hell is soda going to help?"
Will was making animated gestures at Jack behind Grace's back and furiously mouthing the words 'Shut up!' when Grace turned around to face him. Her eyes were looking fairly glazed over by now, and Jack and Will had to grab her arms twice to stop her from falling off the couch.
"You – *hiccup* - spiked my drinks?" Grace asked him. "I've been drinking vodka all – *hiccup* – night?"
Will winced, and began to stammer a reply. "W-well, strictly speaking, er… That is to say… I mean, I… Well, I thought…"
Grace held a finger up to his lips, wobbling slightly on the couch.
"You…" she began, and Will braced himself. "Are the best friend anybody ever had, Mister! I love you Will! Come 'ere!" She pulled him into a big, messy hug.
"Uh, you're welcome," he replied, while Jack swallowed the rest of the vodka, straight from the bottle. "Grace? Uh… Grace?"
But it was too late. She had fallen asleep, and for his efforts, Will was rewarded with a huge puddle of drool on his shoulder.