Chapter One
Karen Walker let out a long breath as she walked to Grace Adler Designs. She had decided not to be driven but was now regretting it. It was freezing and not even her expensive fur coat could keep her warm. She giggled to herself as she blew out another breath. It looked like smoke in the air. "My breath shows too," a voice said out of nowhere. She turned around and smiled when she saw her best friend, Jack. "Hey Poodle, whatcha doing here?" she asked, her teeth chattering. "Going to visit you. Where's driver?" he asked back. "I wanted to walk but now I'm freezing," she answered. He took her hands in his and shook his head. "Of course you are. Where are you gloves?" he asked, as they both started walking again. "I just got a manicure, so I wanted to show off my beautiful nails," she answered, as he took a pair of black gloves out of his pocket. "They are beautiful, but these will keep your hands warm," he said. She smiled as he slipped them on her hands. "Wanna go shopping?" she asked. "What about work?" he asked as they both started laughing. "Come on, come on," she said, as they both turned around and went a total different way from Grace's office.
"How many times have I told you to fire her?" Will Truman asked, as he watched Grace rapidly try and file papers. "How many times have I told you that her rich connections help my business stay alive?" she asked back. "Well whatever. I just think you need someone to actually be helping you," he answered. "I'm fine, okay? And every since Karen and I have become closer friends, I actually like her being here," the red-haired woman said as Will gasped. "Oh God, I'm going to leave before I hear anything else," he replied as she smiled. "Are we still on for dinner?" she asked, as he gave her a light peck on the lips. "Of course. I'll see you later," he answered, as she waved goodbye to him.
::Barney's::
"Oh how I love clothes!" Jack squealed, as he skipped to a rack of sweaters. "Yep. There is nothing like buying yourself a little happy," she said, flashing a credit card at Jack. He took the car and kissed her cheek. "Thanks Kare," he said happily, as he ran off to the shoe section. She smiled as she watched him leave, but then frowned. "Well if it isn't Karen Walker," a well dressed, brown haired woman asked. "What do you want? By the looks of it, a few face lifts would do you well," Karen answered, smirking at her own comment. "Oh Karen, face lifts are for old miserable people. Which reminds me, you've had a coupe, is that not right?" she laughed, turning around snottily, walking away. Karen glared at the woman until she was out of sight. "You might be laughing now, but I'll be the last to laugh," she muttered, crossing her arms.
An hour later Jack finally returned to where Karen was and giggled when he saw the seven shopping bags in her hands. "Anything in there for me?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. "No," she answered, then noticed his empty hands. "Why didn't you buy anything?" she asked confused. "Oh I did. I'm just having it all delivered to my fabulous apartment," he answered, handing her the credit card that she had given him earlier. "Great. Wanna go eat?" she asked, taking his hand. "Yeah. All this shopping has made me hungry," he answered, as the both of them exited.
::Will and Grace's Apartment::
"I'm so excited for tonight. I heard this restaurant is great and has fantastic food!" Grace exclaimed, taking a big bite of her ham sandwich. "Is Miss. Piggy going to be able to fit more food in that stomach?" Will asked, raising his eyebrows. "You betcha," she answered, pieces of the sandwich flying out of her mouth. "Disgusting," he said, making a face to match his comment. "You know you love me," she said, as he nodded. "I do and sometimes I wonder why," he joked, walking into his room.
Karen Walker let out a long breath as she walked to Grace Adler Designs. She had decided not to be driven but was now regretting it. It was freezing and not even her expensive fur coat could keep her warm. She giggled to herself as she blew out another breath. It looked like smoke in the air. "My breath shows too," a voice said out of nowhere. She turned around and smiled when she saw her best friend, Jack. "Hey Poodle, whatcha doing here?" she asked, her teeth chattering. "Going to visit you. Where's driver?" he asked back. "I wanted to walk but now I'm freezing," she answered. He took her hands in his and shook his head. "Of course you are. Where are you gloves?" he asked, as they both started walking again. "I just got a manicure, so I wanted to show off my beautiful nails," she answered, as he took a pair of black gloves out of his pocket. "They are beautiful, but these will keep your hands warm," he said. She smiled as he slipped them on her hands. "Wanna go shopping?" she asked. "What about work?" he asked as they both started laughing. "Come on, come on," she said, as they both turned around and went a total different way from Grace's office.
"How many times have I told you to fire her?" Will Truman asked, as he watched Grace rapidly try and file papers. "How many times have I told you that her rich connections help my business stay alive?" she asked back. "Well whatever. I just think you need someone to actually be helping you," he answered. "I'm fine, okay? And every since Karen and I have become closer friends, I actually like her being here," the red-haired woman said as Will gasped. "Oh God, I'm going to leave before I hear anything else," he replied as she smiled. "Are we still on for dinner?" she asked, as he gave her a light peck on the lips. "Of course. I'll see you later," he answered, as she waved goodbye to him.
::Barney's::
"Oh how I love clothes!" Jack squealed, as he skipped to a rack of sweaters. "Yep. There is nothing like buying yourself a little happy," she said, flashing a credit card at Jack. He took the car and kissed her cheek. "Thanks Kare," he said happily, as he ran off to the shoe section. She smiled as she watched him leave, but then frowned. "Well if it isn't Karen Walker," a well dressed, brown haired woman asked. "What do you want? By the looks of it, a few face lifts would do you well," Karen answered, smirking at her own comment. "Oh Karen, face lifts are for old miserable people. Which reminds me, you've had a coupe, is that not right?" she laughed, turning around snottily, walking away. Karen glared at the woman until she was out of sight. "You might be laughing now, but I'll be the last to laugh," she muttered, crossing her arms.
An hour later Jack finally returned to where Karen was and giggled when he saw the seven shopping bags in her hands. "Anything in there for me?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. "No," she answered, then noticed his empty hands. "Why didn't you buy anything?" she asked confused. "Oh I did. I'm just having it all delivered to my fabulous apartment," he answered, handing her the credit card that she had given him earlier. "Great. Wanna go eat?" she asked, taking his hand. "Yeah. All this shopping has made me hungry," he answered, as the both of them exited.
::Will and Grace's Apartment::
"I'm so excited for tonight. I heard this restaurant is great and has fantastic food!" Grace exclaimed, taking a big bite of her ham sandwich. "Is Miss. Piggy going to be able to fit more food in that stomach?" Will asked, raising his eyebrows. "You betcha," she answered, pieces of the sandwich flying out of her mouth. "Disgusting," he said, making a face to match his comment. "You know you love me," she said, as he nodded. "I do and sometimes I wonder why," he joked, walking into his room.