The cover of Thicky Trick was playing. This time it was the song supposedly written and performed by the team at Drama Camp. The judge notes how they both sound the exact same.

"And the cover of this song, Thicky Trick, it was your inspiration?" Will asked, pointing vaguely at the witness. He glanced down at the empty seat next to him. The chair had been placed halfway under the defence's desk and half in the centre of the courtroom. He worried that he had pissed off Alicia so much that she refused to come back to court. He frowned. His plan was only supposed to throw Alicia off, not send her to another courtroom. He enjoyed rivalling her. It brought a fire in him that no one else could and each argument was charged with steaming tension. He did not know what would be birthed from this tension, but he only wanted to find out. He looked to Cary, to see if he had any idea. He didn't as he was also glancing questioningly at the empty place beside him.

He realised that the witness and judge were both eyeing him, waiting for his next question.

"Apologies," he said, "You created the show Drama Camp so this scene mattered to you?"

The door opened behind him. It would have to be Alicia. He would not turn back to look at her, in all of her beauty. He could not give her the satisfaction. She walked past him. While doing so, she brushed against his back briefly. Immediately, Will stood up straight. He had forgotten how electrifying contact with Alicia was. She sat down on the swivelling chair next to him and faced him. It made him slightly uncomfortable at her close proximity.

"And you-" Will began, but then noticed a familiar cream colour below him. He made the mistake of looking down. Alicia was wearing the suit. The one in which they had started their affair. She hadn't worn it since their affair ended, perhaps out of respect to him, but now that was gone.

"I… I mean," he tried again, trying and failing to keep his eyes off of Alicia. She was just too magnetising in such a revealing suit. Half her thigh was exposed and ample cleavage was showing, but just to his view. The judge would only see the table in front of her and Cary wouldn't even attempt to look at her like that.

"That's why you covered, uh, Thicky Trick this way?"

The witness began to answer long-windedly but Will wasn't listening anymore. He looked down at Alicia again and remembered their fateful night in the $7,800 suite. He did not know how he had ever spent that money, but then his eyes scanned Alicia again and he knew he would have made the same decision every time.

Alicia and Will stood next to each other in the elevator leading up to their suite for the night. Neither spoke, and Will could feel the tension bubbling off of her. To him, this was the woman of his dreams, but he knew that to her, it was showing her disloyalty to her husband. He also knew that she would be thinking about her kids and about how this affected them. She had to be selfish once in a while, he thought, knowing that her caring nature meant she put everyone first. The lift doors opened and closed. They went up another few floors and the lift opened again.

He reached for Alicia's hand and caressed it gently to comfort her. This was enough. In the next second, Will had her up against the wall, pressing his lips to hers like his life depended on it. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his torso. He had his hands in her hair, on her neck, back, everywhere. He had to know what each part of her body felt like. She had the same sort of desperation, ruffling his hair with her hands and raking them down his back. Neither wanted that moment to ever end.

It was a pity it ever did, because both were now in a courtroom opposite each other with heat and tension building up. Will wanted to pull his tie away from his neck, because he was overheating, but all eyes were on him. All eyes except for Alicia's. For a moment, he let himself believe she didn't notice, maybe, that the outfit choice had been an accident, but then he noticed the faint smile on her face. She had noticed and she was enjoying every second of his turmoil. She clenched her legs together as she attempted to rid herself of that tension. -

"Um, did you steal the cover of Thicky Trick from Mr Canton?" Will asked the witness finally, using excessive hand movements.

"No."

"And can you explain the similarities between the songs?"

The witness spewed out another long winded answer, but Will still wasn't listening.

Will carefully unzipped Alicia's dress, spread apart the two halves of it and helped her get it off. Underneath was a black under-dress layer. He smoothed his hand up her legs and all the way to her neck so that he could catch her mouth in another kiss. She tightened her hold on him with one hand and began to unbutton his shirt with the other.

Will looked far-off. His eyes were dazed and unfocused, as he fought to keep his desire to a minimum.

"I, uh-" he said, once the witness had finished speaking, "Good. Good."

Mr Preston looked at him with disbelief while Alicia and Cary shared a look.

"Any more questions?" the judge asked him.

"Uh," Will said, glancing down at Alicia one final time, "No."

He sat down, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Alicia stood outside the courtroom, on her phone and waiting for the bathroom next to her. Will stepped out of the courtroom and spotted her immediately. How could he not? She was wearing that cream suit. He contemplated walking away, but knew he would never live with himself if he didn't confront her. A disbelieving smile appeared on his face and he walked up to her.
"So you decided to change?" he said, raking his eyes along her suit again. She barely glanced up, making him wonder if she had no idea what she was doing to him.

"Yup," she said, before exhaling, "Into what I wore the night you banged me the first time."

Will gaped in disbelief.

"That's pretty low of you," he said, nodding several times.

"I know," she answered, "I wasn't as discriminating back then."

He inhaled sharply, not expecting her to say what she had said. The bathroom door opened and Alicia went in, without looking at him another time.

Will followed her in, barely aware of what he was doing. Before he knew it, he had enveloped her lips in a kiss. She locked the door and then he put her on the bathroom countertop. She wrapped her legs around his and he didn't care that the ends of her heels were digging into his upper legs. She dragged her hands up his neck and into his soft hair. Alicia didn't expect him to do this, but she wasn't going to say no now. She had said no so many times before, and now, when she thought she had kissed Will a final time in his car, he was kissing her again. She started to unbutton his shirt and he took off her blazer and started to unzip her dress.

Seeing sense, Will stepped back, leaving Alicia with her open lips and half-unzipped dress.

"I'm not doing this again," Will murmured. He rested his head against hers once more and pressed a soft, delicate kiss to her lips. It was one that lasted barely a second, but made tears threaten to spill from Alicia's eyes.

He left, buttoning his shirt as he went, refusing to look at her. Alicia relocked the door and began to sob heavily. How could she have screwed him up so badly? He couldn't even bear to look at her anymore.