A/N: I haven't forgotten about Scar Tissue (or the impending sequel to Break Me Down, or a requested project -they're being done!) but I had this in a 'rough draft' form and it's been bugging me so I've been rewriting bits and pieces and wanted to start posting it.

Femslash involved so if that's not your thing, I wouldn't advise reading.

CHAPTER 1

"Come on you guys, just hurry up, already." Glenn groaned, leading his friends into the nightclub. "Will's my best friend and for once, we're actually in the same city. Just be nice!" He added, grinning as soon as they were inside, hearing Will's voice echoing throughout the club.

"You know how us Catholic girls can
We make up for so much time a little too late
I never forgot it, confusing as it was
No fun with no guilt feelings
The sinners, the saviors, the loverless priests
I'll see you next Sunday
"

"Will is a GIRL?" Jeff asked with raised eyebrows, taking in the woman on stage. He grinned broadly and nudged his girlfriend, Trish. "Will's a girl."

"I can clearly see that." Trish replied with a smile of her own and smoothed down her faux leather skirt. Shaking her head at his still in place grin, she allowed him to lead her inside; following Glenn.

Bringing up the rear was Mark, who was staring at Glenn's bald head through thoughtful eyes. Once they were seated, he snorted. "You had us all fooled. We all thought Will was a guy." Truth be told, it was an assumption anyone who had heard Glenn talk about Will had made.

Glenn just shrugged, ordering a round of beers. For once, him and Will were in the same place at the same time, that was a once in a blue moon deal since they had different gigs, different schedules. So when she had called to let him know her cover band would be performing and where, he had decided to go see her.

Then he had asked Mark if he wanted to go. Mark had just gotten out of a relationship with one of their co-workers and calling it a relationship was actually nice. More like a fiasco. The way Glenn figured it, Mark could use a night out.

From the stage, Will nodded when Glenn waved at her; singing into the microphone before her. Sweat was beaded on her pale face; her neon blue eyes standing out even in the dark club.

Mark studied her thoughtfully wondering if her eyes –which were obviously contacts, they simply had to be- and her clothes were just for the show. She wore a pair of black leather pants and a black tank top, black heeled boots and a spiked choker. Her fingers were decked out in plain silver rings and there was a multitude of silver bracelets on both her wrists. Even her hair was black, and it was piled on top of her head in messy curls.

She was definitely one of Glenn's more interesting, attractive friends.

"What I learned I rejected but I believe again
I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition
If I jump in this fountain, will I be forgiven?"

Jeff frowned, shifting in his seat. "What's the song? It's kinda… um… weird."

"It's Forgiven by Alanis Morissette." Trish supplied with a roll of her eyes. "Nice cover though."

"Yeah, but-"

"Just listen, Jeff." Glenn ordered, interrupting before Jeff could continue on and smiled, never looking away from Will. It was hard to believe after all these years they were still friends. Hell, it was hard to believe that after her divorce they were still friends. Glenn had wanted nothing more than to beat the living hell out of her ex-husband for having the balls to beat her but Will wouldn't let him.

He had sworn up and down he'd never talk to her again.

Though when she had promptly divorced the moron, he had changed his mind.

And Jeff… well, he had overheard Glenn mention a club and invited himself.

Mark kept silent, just listening and watching. Will was definitely intriguing to say the least. Her voice was husky, low pitched and perfect for this song even though he had never heard it before. Green eyes raked over her slowly swaying form, watching as she turned to glance back at one of the band; her leather clad ass taunting him. "Mmm."

After finishing the song, Will announced an intermission and hopped off stage; weaving her way through the people to Glenn. "Hey there, stranger." She greeted, slapping his hand when he held it out, she didn't do hugs often. Her eyes scanned the people at the table; lingering on Trish for a moment before smiling, her red lips parting enough to show a flash of teeth.

"Are those contacts?" Jeff asked instantly.

"Yeah." She dropped down next to Glenn and grinned when a waitress immediately appeared, setting down a bottle of Jack along with a glass of Coca Cola. "Thanks, babe."

Trish returned Will's smile, sipping her own daiquiri, not a beer person. "That was a great performance." She commented, discreetly slipping her hand under the table to rub Jeff's thigh.

Will nodded.

"Will, these are a few friends of mine." Glenn said, wrapping an arm around her for a brief moment. "Trish, Jeff and Mark." He pointed to them as he said their names. "Mark's the biggest pain in the ass out of the three. Mark, this is Will and she's off limits."

Snorting, Mark reached across the table to shake her hand. "Pleasure to meet you." He rumbled, shooting Glenn a look.

Will arched an eyebrow at Glenn before glancing at Mark. "Nice to meet you too." She said with a grin, shooting down her drink and then bent down to procure a bandana out of her boot, wiping her face off with a groan.

Glenn studied her thoughtfully. "Will, can I-"

"Leave poor David alone." She said, already knowing where he was going and snorted when Glenn's face fell. "It's not his fault he couldn't handle me anymore. Or my girlfriends." She added, smirking when Jeff's eyes widen, turning her attention to him.

"Girlfriends?" He echoed.

"You heard me right. My husband stayed at home on his ass while I brought home the bread. He wouldn't come on the road with me so… I went elsewhere for what he wasn't giving me. He didn't like it too well."

"And beat the shit out of her for it." Glenn said dryly.

Mark didn't like hearing that and frowned. "Regardless of what you did, any man who beats a woman deserves an ass whooping."

"Lord, we're in the middle of testosteroneville!" Trish laughed, jumping when Jeff pinched her side. "That's not very nice, Hardy." She pouted, allowing him to pull her onto his lap.

Jeff was jumping next when she bit into his neck, effectively showing him who was boss.

Glenn groaned, shaking his head. "Not here you two." He had caught the way Will was studying Trish and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "She's straight, very straight."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Damn."

"Sorry."

Trish was giggling, completely unaware she was the subject of conversation and got to her feet, dragging Jeff with her. "Sorry, we need some privacy."

Jeff stumbled past Mark, making the bigger man spill his drink. "My bad!"

"I'm going to kill that moron." Mark grunted, watching with narrowed eyes as the pair disappeared.

Will perked up at that then sighed when Glenn shook his head. "Man, you're killing me. She's fucking hot." She grunted, catching the look Mark shot her and grinned. "Yes, I act and talk like a man."

"I've noticed."

Her good-natured smile dissolved into a frown when the waitress came back. "Yes?"

"I was wondering if… if you-"

When Will spoke her already husky voiced had dropped in pitch. "How bout you just give me your number and…" She wasn't surprised when it was passed to her, flashing the attractive but not her type woman a smile and shooed her off. When she was gone, she held out the napkin to Glenn. "Want this? She looks to be your type."

Mark was rather impressed by the whole exchange.

Glenn shook his head, trying not to laugh. "No thanks, I can get my own women."

"Only when you're with me." Mark said with a snort. He finished his beer, shelving the attraction he had been feeling for Will. It was all too obvious that she was no longer batting for the other team.

"Man, screw you! Just because you have this THING, this look… Besides, a lot of woman like a man with brains."

Will was leaning back in her chair, sipping her whiskey and trying not to laugh. "Actually, Glenn, looks have a lot to do with it. But I'd fuck you, hon. You're pretty attractive though you do need to lay off the fatty foods." She snickered when he smacked his face, reaching over to pat his thigh gently. "Sorry Big Red."

"Screw all of you."

"Been there, done that, maybe later." She teased, rolling her eyes when he shot her a look. "It was a joke. You're my best bud, can't ruin that with sex."

They all turned their heads when a fight broke out near the stage, Will letting out a suffering sigh when she seen her bass player in the center of it.

"S'cuse me."

"Damn it, Will!" Glenn shouted after her, noting she had taken the bottle of whiskey with her. He shook his head when her laughter floated back to him, knowing she'd find this amusing.

He wasn't disappointed as a moment later a full blown riot broke out.

"Behind ya, Will!" Blake shouted, wincing when she spun around only to get a chair brought down on her shoulder.

Will retaliated by smashing the bottle over her assailant's head.

"Aww hell…" Mark moaned. "She always like this?"

"Sometimes."

Trish blinked, looking past Jeff's shoulder as they walked out of the bathroom, seeing the club was in a frenzy. "Shit!" She shrieked when Jeff walked right into the melee.

Cursing, Glenn and Mark ventured into the fight to pull the smaller people out of there. Glenn wanted to strangle Will, seriously. He helped Trish out of the fray while Mark cut a path to Jeff.

"Come on, son." Mark sighed, scowling when he felt something crash against his back and spun around, hitting the idiot who had made the stupid move and THEN dragged Jeff's ass out of the crowd. He spotted Glenn and Trish making their way out and followed.

"Dude, my head is spinning…" Jeff groaned.

"When ain't it?"