Will took the bottle off Fisher and had a swig. In saliva terms they'd practically be kissing if this bottle was anything to go by. Swilling the bitter liquid down Will coughed slightly. There was never a good time to get used to scotch.
"Have you ever cried infront of anyone?" Will asked, quite seriously. At least if they'd been back at the party there'd be heavy thumping music to bounce to and forget all their worries for a night. Will owed him big time once again. Feeling slightly responsible for this downbeat turn, he shuffled closer to the medium, placing a hand on his knee like Fisher had done with him. Minerva was now attacking Will's trouserleg.