"Sure. Love you too." Will smiled in the dark, found his shoes and jacket, and slipped out of the room, and then out of the house altogether.
The night was cold. He pulled on his jacket and called a cab, heading towards the city and the lights and the noise and people he could lose himself in. He went to Illunis first, but he felt restless and itchy, and the gothic look wasn't doing anything for him tonight (and no Luna. So...) so he went onward, walking until he saw a bar he liked, staying for a drink, and then moving on again.
The restlessness was the worst. The walking would help clear his head a little between drinks, but he just didn't know what to do with himself. So in the end, with closing time fast approaching, he found himself in a jazz club, of all things, nursing an Old Fashioned, and idly watching a small group of drunk women on a hens night- no, a whatsit, a bachelorette thing- casually sexually harassing the barman. Who was... very nice to look at. He saw the appeal. But that was just tacky.