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Will sat staring at his drink, as though by looking at it more would appear. That by wishing for it to fill it suddenly would. All William wanted was more alcohol. More alcohol to cover the thought of his dying blood brother, more alcohol cover up his dead sister, more alcohol to put him into a world much better then the one he is in now.

He looked around the bar it was mostly empty, though it had to be past three in the morning. Sitting several stools down was a girl, truly more of a young woman. She was wearing a dark read dress that piled up around her; her brown hair was pulled up, she looked up tight or at least to uptight for this place. She wasn't exactly his type, yet he didn't have a lot of choses to pick from. He slipped to down, only one stool lay between them.

"What a pretty little thing you are;" he said giving her a flirty smile, though what he said was true. Now much closer to her he could see she was quite pretty, and quite thin, though she couldn't be very short.

He could see she was about to respond when Six-fingered Nigel passed by, shooting Will a cold look.

"Don't bother her, she's meeting someone" she said, wiggling one of her fingers at him; "plus she doesn't have anything you want." She filled the young woman's glass with more alcohol, which she downed at once. He raised one his eyebrows at her.

"Impressive drinking skills." She turned to look at him, or almost through him, like he wasn't there at all.

'My Aunt Harriett always said 'drink like a man act like a lady.'" She smiled sadly.

"What else does your Aunt Harriett say?" William asked lazily.

"Nothing, she's dead now," She stated simply, Will looked at her shocked. She twirled her glass in here hand, the ice swiveled in a circle making light little tinkling noises, like tiny pieces of glass braking.

"I'm sorry" Will said, genially feeling sorry, no sarcastic hint behind it.

"She's in the gave now," Will noticed her strong American accent, from that he guessed that she could have been in London very long.

"My sister died," he said out quietly, she gave him a sad smile. She looked strait into his eyes, something that most people he knew would never do; it sent shivers down his back.

"Well I am sorry about that," she whispered to him, almost at though it was a secret.

"We are all a little messed up aren't we?" William said, giving a dry laugh.

"All the best people are," She stated, a smile played across her face, he felt his heart lurch as though it had stopped for a second. She was quite beautiful; sadly she was getting wasted away here.

"How about I take you home?" she looked at him and smiled.

"That would be nice," she said standing up, her hands were shaking and she was unsteady on her feet, she had to grab Will's arm for support.

"Don't worry I got you," Will said, bracing her by holding her two arms, she smiled weakly at him. He led her out of the bar, she almost tripped, but Will held her up.

It was cold outside, their breath came out in puffs of smoke like a dragons.

"I never caught your name," Will said, slipping his hand slyly through hers, even though he knew it was quite improper.

"That's cause I never gave it to you," she said giving him a devilish grin.

"Would you in that case, shower me with the presence of your name," Will said, putting a dramatic spin on it.

"I don't know, should I?" she said, giving a playful smile "My Aunt Harriett always told me not to give my name to strange boys."

"Do you always do everything your Aunt Harriet says?" Will asked raising his eyebrows at her. Tessa looked at him but didn't respond.

"So tell me about yourself," Will asked trying his best to be polite to this nameless girl.

"I love to read."

"Me too" he replied.

"What's your favorite book?" she asked "Mine is anything by Oscar Wilde I simply love his work."

'Tale of Two Cities has to be my favorite," Will said.

"And whys that?" she asked curiously.

"Whys what?" Will asked, furrowing his brow at her.

"Why is that your favorite book?" she giggled lightly at him, giving a small smile that made his heart feel like it was about to burst. Will shrugged his shoulders at her question. They walked in silence for a couple minutes; it was a conferrable silence, the kind you would share with an old friend. Will felt conferrable with her, even though he didn't even know her name, a feeling of comfort set over both of them.

"This is my building," she said stopping at one of the many several story buildings that lined the street. It was made out of brick and looked like it had not been properly taken care of for many years. She mounted the steps to her front door, Will stood ready to follow her.

"No-no-no," she said to him, stopping on the stair above him, with her standing on the stair the practically the same height.

"Can I come upstairs?" he asked her. She smiled at him.

"That seems like a very bad idea," she said; "plus since I can't manage to drown myself in alcohol I must drown myself in books." And with that she walked up the stairs and disappeared behind the door. Will watched to where she had gone for a minute, he could still feel a smile one his face.

He descended down the stairs, into the empty street, early London mist rapped around him like it was ready to suck him in. In a few hours the sun would rise, leaving Will behind to hide in its shadow. Maybe if he had time he would even read a book by Oscar Wilde.

He looked back once, but there was nothing left to show that they had just been talking, he was left wondering if it had been all in his mind.

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