By the time Piper looked in on Will, he was fairly good and sloshed, having done his best to ignore his dead brother and the flickering lights. And the 'broken faucets.' The bottle was still on the card table, next to a deck of cards haphazardly strewn across the surface. At the sight of a different familiar face, Will broke out into a grin.
"Piper!" he greeted, waving him in. "Everything's just fucking peachy. Sit down, I'll let you win this time. You want something to drink?" A funny feeling twinged in his gut at his friendly gestures, as though he was afraid to be alone right now. He dismissed it as indigestion.