Who: Will Moran and Vlad Dragoi, later Daniel Webster. What: He's just running an errand. He's just trying to stop him. Where: Near R1. When: Not long after this. Warnings: Swearing, maybe violence if we're lucky.
Honestly, after all the ribbing and shit Daniel had been giving him, William was initially not inclined to cater to his stupid drinking problem not too unlike his own. But as it was, with the whole broken ribs that was creepily pointed out to him by said asshole along with a forcible horde of people who kindly dragged him to get healed, Will was placed on bed rest and subsequently after over a week of call outs, he was fired from his job. That alone sucked, but what made it worse was his willingness to do grunt work for little pay. Such as catering to Daniel's alcoholic needs.
Hiding the not yet opened Jack Daniels in a brown paper bag inside his leather jacket, he made his way up to the roof, the elevator getting him there safely as it apparently didn't care what his purpose was. He could see the envelope was in plain sight. Perfect, he thought.