Part 2:
The snow continued to fall, blocking all the roads, and closing the local businesses. Jack had managed to trudge though the icy terrain to the local corner grocer, procuring enough supplies to last the week, if necessary. This is how the two men found themselves in front of a blazing fire on a Tuesday morning, drinking hot cocoa and playing a friendly game of Scrabble.
Well, it started out friendly. Until Will challenged Jack's choice of words one too many times.
Will had begun the game with a perfectly good word. WALK.
Jack smiled and laid his tiles down. JACK.
"You can't use a proper noun," Will had pointed out.
"There's nothing proper about that t'all," Jack had argued. "In fact, if you ask me, it is much more improper than proper." He said, sitting back with a smug smile. "Oh, and I get double word for that."
"Fine," Will said tersely, adjusting the score. He studied his tiles and quickly put down WILL. "There."
Jack's mustache twitched. He spelled out LUST.
Will countered. WAIT.
Jack sniffed. CANT.
"You can't use contractions," Will sighed.
"Are you challenging me again?"
Will didn't answer, just put down, LATER.
RUM.
SAVE.
READY.
SHAME.
Jack flashed Will a pointed look and spelled, SEX.
TOOL. Will added, and raised an expectant eyebrow.
Jack smiled. BEST.
THROB. Will adjusted himself in his chair.
Jack nodded. HARD.
WANT. Will smiled.
AYE.
There was no more need for words, proper or otherwise. Unless it was the word, SATED.