You had your own band as did William—or Will, or Bill... Whatever the fuck his name is! This guy is the lead singer of the band Rapidfire, he was about your age. But really he was just some random asshole with a band, he had some pretty good singing skills, you had to admit that. Although you wouldn't admit it now, not when your band and his are now mortal rivals. Or something like that. Why? Well, you got into a fight with the guitarist of that band—Kevin Schwartz, it was a kind of stupid fight. It was just two drunks arguing, until it escalated to blows. You still think he deserved it, how could that asshole question your band? Just because it's female? How old-fashioned. Anyway, your whole band is forced to hate the other one. Plus you're both tied in almost everything.

You had gone to a bar alone, calm and looking that calm expression as always. You weren't really interested in anything other than having a drink and listening to some stupid band play. You were. But it seemed you weren't the only one with this goal...

—"Oh, look what we have here. How are you, princess?"

When you thought and said that William was a fucking moron, you weren't lying. He was so annoying! Or at least that's how you saw it. He sat down next to you casually, looking at you before grabbing the bottle of whiskey you were drinking. It always surprised him how much alcohol you drank and it never seemed to affect you. A giggle left his lips, his fingers casually tapping the table.

—"Is this your meeting point with someone or why so alone, princess? It doesn't surprise me either, sometimes you scare too much."

Ha, ha, ha. Will Bailey, what an original man. The cigarette breath he had lightly hit your face, he approached but at the same time retreated—Will wouldn't admit that he was afraid of receiving a punch from you. It wasn't a good option for now. Still, he wouldn't miss his moment of being the flirtatious, confident man that he is. Well, that he is sometimes. Right now, he's confident and just scared of your possible beating.