For the most part, Will was enjoying the peace of the rooftop and especially against the contrast of the loud buzz that was travelling up the stairs and out of the fire escape. Since coming up, everything down there had just felt so loud, loud, loud. He smiled as she sat down next to him, lighting his cigarette and blowing the smoke away from them. He flung his other arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side in some kind of a relaxed side hug, âwere you having fun down there tonight, love? Musicâs sick, drinks are free, dunno why Iâm up here honestly, maybe Iâm broken?â
     sometimes the hollowness of this oh-so-hollywood version of fun exhausted her, and faking it just didnât seem worth it. â the free drinks werenât too bad, â she said with a light shrug, â but the music wasnât that good, and the people were boring as all hell. â she was fairly sure that she couldnât find a single person in the club that could actually hold a conversation for more than two minutes. â and if youâre broken, thatâd make two of us, then, â she added, shaking her head. he wasnât broken - and whether or not she was, well, that didnât matter much, did it?