Who: Vlad and Will What: Drinking. Old stories. Becoming bros over drinks. Where: Juke Joint When: Saturday evening Warnings: Probably none.
Justice.
Will had never been a real proponent of the justice people seemed to think was so wonderful. Sure, it was nice that bad people - careless bad people - got what they deserved and the poor innocent victims went home avenged and satisfied, but it took effort, it really did. The law system was a complicated one, and one that he'd been through a few times - never for his own sake, but often to condemn other men in his place. You couldn't replicate it on a minor level. Not successfully. Not for very long.
He'd been too busy to deal with the people who were planning this whole justice thing for the guy locked up in the basement. A fair trial? In this place? It was ridiculous. Will personally thought they should just shoot him and be done with it, but it was an old reaction, and he knew nobody would approve of it. Hell, even he had his objections to it - though they were slow in coming, some days.
Really, he just wondered. It was admirable and all, but if they wanted to get anything done, they needed to drag the guy out to the police station and forcibly get involved. If the building was going to keep them separated, it couldn't do anything if they were away from it.
... right?
Distracted by the problem and stressed from a long shift at work, William headed to the bar after pacing listlessly around his apartment for half an hour, figuring that a few drinks wouldn't hurt his system. It'd help him sleep, anyway, and since he didn't have to go in at six the next morning, a hangover wouldn't be a huge detriment. So he went to the local dive and settled in at the bar, letting the atmosphere take away the things he wanted to avoid dealing with. It wasn't as busy in here as he'd expected; the partiers had all gone to other, more classy bars. Or it was just a lucky night for him.