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Will finally pulled himself off of the threadbare couch at about six-thirty. Deciding that there would be no way he could weasel out of going, he padded into the bathroom. He quickly surveyed himself in the medicine cabinet mirror.

Will decided quickly on shaving off the stubble that had grown in the passed few days. He left the neat goatee and the moustache he was starting to grow. He scrubbed his teeth briskly before drenching his face in water. Running is hands through the messy mop of brown hair that covered his head, he decided against trying to run a comb through it. The 'just rolled out of bed' look seemed to work for Will. Sighing, he walked into his room to decide on what he could wear. Under the usual circumstance, Will wouldn't worry so much about what he wore to a party, but seeing as how he was going to a well-known club for a birthday party, he would have to consider the matter a bit more.

Finally, Will decided on a button-down shirt he hadn't worn in a while and he pulled out a pair of black slacks. With no other option, Will pulled on his ratty black Converses.

Just as he finished, Jack returned home from his class, clutching his portfolio case. He took in Will's appearance and nodded wordlessly. Jack barricaded himself in his room to get ready. He reappeared a while later, ready to leave.

"How many people are going to this party?" Will asked from behind the book he was reading.

"Not sure exactly how many," Jack informed him. "Probably more than expected will show up."

"Who's paying for this?"

"I dunno, but don't count on an open bar tonight, savvy?" Jack replied with a wink. From what Will understood about his friend, Jack thought of himself as a modern-day pirate. Some people never out grow childhood.

Will fished out his wallet. He extracted a few bills; he would need to stop at an ATM on the way.

The two men departed their apartment not too long afterwards. Jack briskly led Will down the street. They approached the subway.

"Oh, c'mon Jack, why are we taking the subway?" Will inquired. "It's a waste."

Jack glanced back at Will. "But I don't wanna walk," he whined. Jack could act oddly childish at times.

"It's only two stops away and we'd still have to walk a few blocks," Will tried to rationalize. Truth be told, Will needed to buy a new metro card but didn't have the money for it right now.

Will started off past the underground station and headed down 11th Avenue. Granted, walking did take much longer, but Will didn't mind. As much as Jack complained on the way, as soon as they were in the club and Jack had a few drinks, he will have totally forgotten walking.

Once they finally got to the cub, Will looked up at the imposing structure and the long line of people awaiting admission.

"If I had known we had to wait in line, maybe we should have taken the subway," Will told Jack sheepishly. Jack laughed at his friend.

"No, no, we don't have to worry about it mate!" Jack said as he pulled two paper tickets from his back pocket. "Remember? Ana Maria took care of it!" He handed Will one of the VIP tickets.

"You serious? How did Ana afford these?" Will asked in astonishment. Jack continued laughing as they walked up to the bouncer at the door.

"She got a new, rich boyfriend I think. Either that or she met someone with connections." Will shrugged and didn't ask for any more information. Once they were in, it didn't matter.

Blaring music from the four dance floors mixed together at the main entrance. The entire building seemed to pulsate to the beat of the various beats being produced. As Jack led him upstairs, Will tried to catch a glance of the patrons inside, but to no avail.

They made it finally to the third floor and entered one of the side doors where Ana's party was being held. From the look of all the chairs inside, she had invited quiet a few people.

Ana Maria almost immediately greeted them. Even though she and Jack had ended their relationship a while ago, they were still on generally good terms. She smiled politely at Will before leaving.

Jack immediately made a beeline to the bar. As it turned out, there was an open bar. Shit, he'll be completely shit-faced in no time, Will couldn't help but think. What the hell, it wasn't his problem right now. Will followed Jack to the bar and met a few other people Will had met through Jack.

The bartender finally approached Will and asked him what he wanted. Considering it for a moment, Will told the bartender to make him anything. Though it might not have been the most polite thing for Will to say, the bartender went on to mix a simple drink for Will.

Peering down at the orange drink in the highball glass, Will took a sip of it to test it out. He immediately tasted the sharpness of vodka as well as a tinge of orange flavor.

"What is this?" he inquired.

"Drivescrewer," the bartender told him immediately with a grin. "Much stronger version of a Screwdriver." Will shrugged and left a tip on the bar. He turned around to the other partiers who were not out dancing. In truth, Will didn't feel much like dancing. What people did now a days wasn't so much as dancing, but grinding up against others in a highly sexual manner. The guy next to him also seemed to have the same feelings about this party. The two of them eventually were engaged in an on-and-off conversation.

All of a sudden a bunch of people entered all at once. From their red-faced appearances, they had been out dancing for a prolonged period of time. Will caught the eye of one of the women in the group and flashed a small smile.

She was really quite attractive. By chance, she approached the bar and stood next to Will. Will gestured to the bartender and order himself two shots of vodka. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he tried to come up with a way to start talking with her. Of course he could use some kind of clichéd pick up line, but he always ended laughing at the ridiculousness of them.

When the bartender brought Will his shots and the woman her drinks, he left. Will caught her eye and smiled again. This time, she returned his grin. She had to be about Will's age. It wasn't that he was scrutinizing her looks, but she seemed to be just around twenty-one. He watched her as she picked up her beer, took a sip and then placed it next to the cocktail she had ordered.

"Hey, wait a sec," Will interrupted her. "You can't drink like that." She shot him a very confused look right away. She must not normally drink.

"What do you mean?" she inquired when Will didn't explain right away.

"Oh, well, you always drink liquor before any beer. If you don't you'll be sick, guaranteed."

"How do you know that?" she asked. "Personal experience?"

"No, no, it's just there's a little rhyme you have to go by when you drink. It's just one I learned in high school and stuck to it. Never go sick," Will continue. His face was becoming progressively redder and redder. This is not exactly how he had intended to start a conversation with her.

"Oh?" she continued. "What is it?"

Will laughed. This was horribly embarrassing for him; he didn't want to come off as an alcoholic.

"Beer before liquor, you're getting sicker. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear," Will recited to her. She laughed. To Will, her laugh was musical and enchanting. He smiled.

"Does it really work?" she asked with an entertained smile. Will nodded.

"I'm Will by the way."

"Elizabeth," she replied after a momentary pause.

"Well Elizabeth, it's nice too meet you," Will said as he turn to his second shot glass. He downed the glass quickly.

Elizabeth abandoned her beer for the moment and looked at the shot she had requested. Mimicking Will's actions, she tossed back her drink and immediately gagged at its sharp bite.

"Takes a while to get used to. I'd say you should get some kind of chaser for that," Will told her as she still had a sickened look on her face from the vodka's taste. She turned to her beer right away.

"I'll be staying off of hard liquor, for now," she replied breathlessly. Will smiled down at her.

Will and Elizabeth continued talking at the bar for sometime. She was twenty-one years old as of last week and was a student at New York University. She lived on the Upper East Side with her parents. Will had informed her a bit about himself. Their conversation was comfortable and friendly.

After a while, a short lull descended on their talk. "Will?" Elizabeth addressed him. "Would you like to go out dancing with me?" she smiled up at him.

Will studdered an almost incomprehensible response. "C'mon Will! Please?" she pleaded. She tugged on his hand in the direction of the exit. Secretly, Will couldn't help but feel a certain amount of comfort in the contact they had. Reluctantly, he allowed Elizabeth to pull him into on of the dance halls.

The music in her was some kind of techno beat. The mass of people had become, one dark wave pulsating to the beat of the music. The air in here was hot and humid. Elizabeth practically dragged Will right into the middle of the floor. She immediately began adapting her movements to the DJ's music. Will, feeling out of place, looked around to the people near him and tried to replicate their own movements. Usually, it took quite a few more drinks in his system to be brought out on a dance floor and at that point, he wasn't sober enough to know what he was doing.

Soon, Elizabeth came right up to him and worked herself into his arms and they began to dance together. Sweat accumulated on Will's brow quickly. Despite the discomfort of the room, it soon became just another passing thought.

Will had no idea how long they were out in the crowd. Elizabeth eventually caught his attention and they dislodged themselves from the mass of people.

Glancing down at his watch, Will found that it was already three in the morning. Elizabeth seemed to have take note of that also.

"I think I may get going kind of soon," she informed Will. He was somewhat sad to see her go.

"Are you going to get the subway home?" he asked. She nodded. "I'm not trying to be a creepy stalker or anything, but would you like me to bring you home?" Everyone knew that riding the subway alone late at night was dangerous. Not trying to be sexist or anything, Will knew that it was even more dangerous for a young woman like Elizabeth.

She surveyed him for a moment. She smiled. "I'd like that actually."

Together, they exited the nightclub and walked down the street towards the subway station Will had refused to take earlier. He quickly extracted four dollars from his wallet and bought a metro card for tonight.

Will and Elizabeth stood on the platform in anticipation for their train. Being late at night, the train service took much longer.

"So, what's your exact major?" Elizabeth asked Will after a bit.

"Film," he replied simply. Already he felt that some elaboration was not needed between them. "What about you?"

Elizabeth grinned sheepishly. "Acting," she told him. He perked up at her statement. "I've always liked the idea of becoming someone else, you know?" Will nodded in agreement. In truth, acting was something he enjoyed also, but he always felt he was better off behind the camera rather than in front. Elizabeth on the other hand, had all the perfect qualities of an actor.

It was at that moment the subway train pulled up to the near empty platform and pulled to a screeching halt. They boarded the empty car and sat down next to each other.

"Why did you choose film?" Elizabeth asked. Will shrugged for a moment.

"I dunno, it's always been something that has interested me. I have a lotta reasons for it I guess," Will explained. "I almost went to NYU," Will blurted out before he thought about it.

"Why didn't you? NYU has a fantastic program," Elizabeth asked. She seemed to really enjoy her school.

"I just didn't like it as much. That and it's getting pretty fuckin' expensive to go there now a days," Will laughed. Mentally, he hoped that Elizabeth would find no insult in his words. She nodded.

The doors of the car opened up to the next platform. They exited the station and strolled outside. Once outside, Will pulled out a cigarette and his lighter.

"Oh, sorry, do you mind?" he asked Elizabeth. Despite her disapproving glance, she shook her head no. Will took several quick drags before dropping it on the sidewalk.

"You do know that's bad for you, right?" Elizabeth asked unnecessarily.

"Yes, yes, I know," Will responded with a sigh. He'd have to limit his habit when Elizabeth was around.

Elizabeth led their way up the street. Will marveled at the massive apartment buildings that lined the street. He knew right away that Elizabeth came from money. All of the apartments around here had some kind of view of Central Park and from what Will heard, the apartments were more spacious.

Elizabeth came to her building finally. The doorman nodded at her in a highly respectful manner. She glanced back at Will who seemed lost in the magnificence of the entrance.

"Would you like to come up Will?" she asked with a smile. This was very forward of her to invite someone she just met into her house, but for some reason she could trust him. He looked at her hesitantly.

"Um, I dunno, I mean, I wouldn't want to impose on you," Will stuttered, his ears turning red in nervousness.

Elizabeth smiled at his bashfulness. She took his hand in her own and practically dragged him into the elevator. "Please, I insist! It's too late for you to be going home on your own!"

Will grinned, but did not protest.

Heh, deep down I know I'm a dork. But whatever. Not gonna lie, this is really entertaining for me to write. Oh! I've gots a fun idea! Drop me a request or something when you give me a review okay? I promise I'll get them all in. So review for me!

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