August, 2014
It was the kind of warm night that made a person do crazy things, and made your underwear cling to your butt in the worst ways. Will grabbed his ukulele, the same one he was probably going to play at Bobby’s wedding. He went to Brian’s office, the place the Brit had spent most of the month cooped up, nevermind why; Will knew… reasons, that’s why. Then he caught Brian red-handed… working late. Will’s expression remained serious until he strummed. When he was done, he leaned forward and kissed Britannic’s forehead. "Come on, I want that drink."