#interaction: will

It was hard to tell the exact moment when Holly crossed the threshold from just a little buzzed to full on tipsy. She’d started drinking the second she stormed away from Emir and hadn’t really stopped since then. Seeing him had sent her into a bit of a tailspin, a fact she would never ever admit to anyone. The fact that someone else could have that much of an affect on her, was intolerable. And a big part of why she was drinking so much. 

So by the time she showed up at the 401, she was not only incapable of walking in a straight line, but also of making good decisions. After knocking back a shot or two of tequila - a shot or two more than she needed, I might add - she was dancing with a couple strangers in the middle of the dance floor when she spotted Will. With little to no thought, except that maybe just maybe, this could show Emir, wherever he was, that she truly did not care, she made a beeline - a very zig zagged beeline - for the club owner. When she got close enough, she reached out and clumsily threw herself at him, tangling her arms around his neck as she attempted to press herself to him. “How’s my favorite pretend boyfriend?” she asked, batting her eyes up at him. 

As he stepped into the familiar, pulsing music of The 410, Marcus knew he was sitting very comfortably on the verge of getting high. He had already smoked a joint _or two _when he walked into the club, knowing full well that Will was going to be there and that that meant he was about to get very drunk. Was Marcus trying to drown his anger and frustration and disappointment in the cards life had dealt him with drugs and alcohol? Yes. Was he going to do anything about it tonight? Absolutely not. 

He made his way over to the bar where he saw the owner talking to one of his bartenders. “You mean to tell me the owner of this place actually does do some work around here?” he smirked, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music as he plopped himself down on one of the bar stools. He was ready for the kind of debauchery The 401 and its owner promised. 

“Look, as I said earlier... repeatedly, I am not interested.” Holly’s tone had gone from politely amused to dead pissed off in the last few minutes since the random man at the bar approached her. He wasn’t taking no for an answer and had the audacity to insinuate that Holly was simply playing hard to get. Normally, she would destroy the man with a few well-chosen insults, but she’d had a long day of constant calls with her parents and she simply wasn’t up for it tonight. Glancing around, the brunette surveyed the crowded club for some sort of escape. She was about to give up hope, when she spotted Will, from the masquerade, standing at the other end of the bar. With a devilish grin, she made a beeline for the man, not hesitating to throw her arms around his neck as she pressed herself to him, certain that her determined pursuer would follow. “Remember, you owe me.” she whispered in Will’s ear as way of introduction before she loudly exclaimed, “Ah, there you are, babe!”  loud enough for the other man to hear as he approached them. Then, turning, as if she hadn’t expected him to follow her, she feigned surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I forget to mention I had a boyfriend?” she asked, her devilish grin coming out to play again as she pressed herself to Will even closer. Meanwhile, all her would be suitor could say was a mumbled, “You’re dating the owner of this club?!” Holly’s eyes widened just a tad before she forced her poker face back on. “Yup! That’s my Willy-poo, right dear?” she asked, turning her gaze back to Will’s, trying not to make it too obvious how much she was reassessing her ‘boyfriend.’

Aye, cheers, mate. And yours is equally as handsome.

Nice can be discussed, it would be much better if you’d give up your lousy tricks so I wouldn’t have to arrest you all the time. Release? Already? After what you pulled this time? I don’t think so…. 

Great choice. We’re having a special today and you can get an extra scoop on a waffle cone for an extra dollar if you’re interested?

Hello Will my provider of uncomfortable information.

Arendelle is recovering from being under ice for thirty years and having the throne usurped by a sociopath. I am not certain I can say it's conditions are better than those in Storybrooke. But we are recovering. Thank you for asking.