Rub two gay men together? Gay men didn't rub they... Jack giggled. No, rubbing was what lesbians did, wasn't it? That romp of bumper cars they called sex. Whatever. But Karen had just fueled his suspicions that he was very alone in the world.. in The City and that there was nothing he could do to find himself someone. This was gay hell, being stuck in a sea of straights.
"..." He paused as Karen continued talking, making mention of a man that struck her as a 'pretty little thing.' That of course, was saying alot coming from Karen Walker.
William? Jack would never be able to hear that name without thinking of Will so from now on, whoever this William was, was going to be Bill. Bill so as to not confuse with Will. Bill, Will. Will, Bill. Not Will, but Bill. Good, now that was figured out in his mind.
He sipped his drink through the little stirring straw, because he could, still quite pleased that there was an umbrella in his drink. "So... where have you been and when do I get to meet Pritty Little Bill?"