If Will had wings, he'd be the worst fairy/angel/winged creature ever, what with his cheerful disposition. He eyed the midget, no wait a short girl who so dared to barge in on his morning. It was very rude he thought, to be interrupted while he was drinking his breakfast. Will turned around to face her and attempted his most indignant expression. Unfortunately it ended up looking more like constipation, so he settled for an eyebrow raise.
"And if I jump? Why would you give a fuck?" He knocked back another shot's worth from the flask before continuing. "Nevermind that, what the hell are you doing up here?"