Will layed down on the bench, his eyes on the mid-day clouds that slowly crossed the blue sky. He had a flask in his hand, which he occasionally took sips from, enjoying the feel of the alcohol burning down his throat as he drank. He'd be in deep trouble if he was found, a seventeen year old drinking in school grounds, but he found it hard to care.

The sound of footsteps approaching made Will turn his face to the side to watch the newcomer, and his heart immediately skipped a beat, which had Will hating himself a bit more than usual. Damon arched an eyebrow as he stopped beside the bench, looking down at Will with amused blue eyes, strands of his black hair falling against his forehead. He had a jacket that hid what Will knew to be several tattoos, and his hands rested in his pockets. Damon's eyes flashed down to the flask in Will's hand before meeting Will's stare again.

Will grinned up at him. "Are you here to join the party or ruin it?"