A NIGHT IN THE LIFE
A/n: This is NOT my best effort, but I wanted to take a "stab", so to speak, at a crime drama. It contains scenes with violence, so don't say you weren't forewarned. It mainly revolves around Will and Jack. Karen isn't in this story. There's about a dozen nitpicking things wrong with the plot, but if you can overlook that and enjoy it "as is", I hope you can give it a complimentary review.
I don't own any rights to Will & Grace or the characters therein and I'm not making any money writing these stories. After all, I'm not in the "union".
Confrontation
It was a socially dismal Saturday night for Will and Jack. They had been at the Atom Bar for hours and there were no prospects to be had. Everyone else seemed to have already paired off for the evening. The two wallflowers sat at the bar and watched everyone else having a good time chatting or casually dancing to the jukebox. Around 11 PM, they agreed that it was useless to stay. There was no incentive for them to hang around.
When they exited the club, it had already started to drizzle. It hung in the air and made it seem cooler than it was for mid-September. Will zipped his windbreaker, but Jack, depressed at not having found a companion for that evening, carelessly slung his jacket over his shoulder and shuffled morosely by Will's side. Leave it to Jack to get his hopes up to the highest acme. This only left himself open to be dashed to the lowest nadir. Will was more careful and consistent in his search for the ideal partner. Jack was still on the relationship roller coaster, getting all hot and bothered about one prospect for a day or two, then blowing them off in search of another conquest.
Will asked, "Want to take a cab?"
Jack just shrugged. Will scanned the street for a taxi, but none were readily evident at the moment. They began to trudge towards their apartment building. After they had walked a few blocks, a shadowy figure stepped out in front of them from an alley. A switchblade glinted in the streetlamp. Startled and afraid, Jack edged behind Will.
"What do you want?" Will asked crossly.
The figure just made a motion with his knife for them to step in the alley. Will was concerned for not only his own safety, but also for Jack's. Knowing in most cases it was better to go along with a mugger, he complied, interposing himself between the stranger and Jack. When they were several yards into the passage, the mugger told them to stop and turn around.
"Now…empty your pockets!" the miscreant gruffly demanded and held out his free hand to accept the contents.
Jack didn't have anything on him and turned out his pockets to prove it. Will, however, had cash and a credit card. The thief made an impatient gesture to hand them over.
"And your watch while you're at it!" he growled.
Will held out the valuables, but as the crook reached for them, Will slowly pulled them back toward himself, making the thug reach even further and be off balance. Will suddenly grabbed the crook's arm that held the knife and raised it in the air.
"Run, Jack!" Will shouted as he struggled with the crook.