Wagon Wheel (Will)

[Callie Montgomery]

Smiles. Plenty of smiles. Today had been a particularly good one. Callie had spent ample amount of time with Echo and of course with her sister (even if she wasn’t technically her sister). Yes, her Saturday had been going well. Her visits to the stable had picked up in frequency as of late. Ever since her completion of her own personal project, Callie hadn’t had a need to visit the lake as of late. That was at least the reason she told herself.

With the day winding down the college student decided on heading out to town to do something she didn’t do that often: go to a bar. It seemed odd. College students were mostly known for their times out to the clubs and bars, over drinking, and their somewhat careless attitude for their life. It wasn’t that Callie didn’t like drinking, she did. It was more so the fact that she found herself preoccupied with other things. She threw on her vest and made her way off campus and headed downtown.

There were plenty of options for her to choose from but the most obvious one stuck out to her. The blonde made her into Matt’s and immediately felt as if she was home. Country music radiated from the jukebox in the corner. She smiled to the few people who looked her way when she entered and made her way over to where the music was. She stood by the jukebox flipping through the selections. A beer sounded pretty good right about now, but she wasn’t one to go about ordering one when she was still under aged. Darn.

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[Will Spencer]

Typically when one gets diagnosed with an illness that might not be curable, they spent all the time in the world with their friends, their family and all of those they loved. Most people also didn't spend their whole lives purposefully pissing people off so that he didn't have anyone to love and spend time with. That was William, when it came down to it, he had no time for caring, loving and sharing feelings. He never gave anyone a chance to be liked save for Gabriel, and even that had been the dumbest idea in his life. Now that he was diagnosed with AML, he was certain that he should never have opened up to Gabriel in such a way to make the older man care about what happened to him. It would crush Gabe to know that there was nothing he could do to save his best friend.

In short, Will was not typical. He was not the usual type of person. The moment he was released from the hospital, he made a b-line for the first bar he could find. William was not a drinker, much to everyone's disbelief, but if ever there was a time to get completely smashed, he believed that day was today. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't paid enough attention to where exactly his travels had led him. Pushing open the door with his determination to get drunk, he walked right into a bloody cowboy saloon. He'd been shocked not to find a group of cowboy hat-wearing, spur-sporting line dancers, do-si-doing and swinging their partners around the room in front of him. The music hinted heavily at just that and it made him cringe. The temptation to turn on his heel and walk out was over-powering, but he pushed himself forward and sat at a barstool.

Everyone stared at him like he clearly didn't belong, but he paid them no mind. Glancing around at the people seated beside him, he could see a toothless, spitter and a blonde Nashville wannabe. They all looked the same, T-Swift (though she hardly counted anymore), that Underwood chick from whatever singing show that was finally coming to an end, and this girl beside him. William rolled his eyes and laughed shortly before waving at the bartender, "Aye, you reckon you can fetch me a cold one?" He mocked in a thick southern slang that he'd picked up over the past ten years of being in the good ol States with their terrible Westerns and tractor songs. "Is that how you lot order a beer 'round 'ere?" He smirked, as the bartender with his ugly mug came stomping over with a gnarly look on his face.

"Ooo, I think I angered the beast, luv. Mind showin' off your goodies to keep him distracted perhaps?" He leaned in towards the blonde and winked.

[Callie Montgomery]

Callie was in her own mind. Her hand bobbed from side to side as she enjoyed the music. Not really thinking of anything in particular as her eyes read each of the songs it had to offer. She was about to give up when she heard someone speaking, quite loud, ordering a beer. She let out a soft giggle, but when he turned and spoke to her directly she couldn’t help but laugh at his absurdity.

“Normally I ain’t opposed to helpin’ folks, but I think you’re on your own ‘ere.” She said with a cheeky smile. She scanned the boy with her blue eyes. Tempted to pull out her pocket cam and record him, but after a long self-argument with herself she found it best to leave it behind. It would have been something to have right about now though. This boy clearly didn’t belong in this bar and he was quite entertaining at that.

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[Will Spencer]

William was confused at the very least. Most of the time a remark that was met with the taste of a backhand or blood in his mouth from being hit. Punched, slapped, it didn't matter. He was a little disappointed. On a downward spiral, he was looking to piss off anyone if it sparked a bad response. And here he must have picked Mary fucking Poppins. Too good to result in violence. He had no idea country gals were such goody goodies. In fact, he'd make note to find things that set them off so he didn't run into this problem later on in life. He had made it his personal goal however, on this special day, to piss off this particular Georgia Peach...er whatever she was.

What was it that would tip this blonde Barbie over the edge. Maybe if he continued mocking the accent perhaps, or made more crude remarks that degraded her as a woman. Oh how William could imagine what his mother would have said to him if she heard any of those thoughts, she might have shoved soap in his mouth. And then smacked him. And then made him feel guilty. And then....probably buried him alive in the yard because she was dramatic like that. Even so, he did his best not to think of the opinions his former family would have had of who he was now. After all, they'd accepted the fact that he was gone for good, so what did it matter anyway?

The large bartender slammed a glass on the counter in front of Will that sloshed with beer and William smiled his irritatingly charmed smile, tipping back the glass he took a big long gulp. At this point he was stalling to come up with some smart ass comment or rude remark.The bartender wiped a glass with the towel he had thrown over his shoulder, "You should buy the lady a drink after a remark like that."

William glanced at the girl again, the glass pulling away from his mouth slowly. After he swallowed the bitter liquid, he shrugged, "Why the fuck not. G'head Maybe if I get 'er schnockered enough, she'll go home with me and show me 'er goodies, aye?" He winked at the girl and then rolled his eyes. He was starting to sound like Gabriel. If only his best friend could see him now. But then, no. William wouldn't be acting this way if he were.

[Callie Montgomery]

Callie’s choice to come out to the bar was not an easy one to make. Not to mention the sort of big fact that she wasn’t legally allowed to drink. It didn’t stop a lot of people of course, and some establishments made a reputation on serving minors. Callie wasn’t a goodie two shoes as most usually assumed, but it didn’t mean she was a complete rebel either. She had managed a good balance somewhere between the two. Or so she had thought.

She desperately craved a cold beer, but she wasn’t going to risk the embarrassment of having to pull out an I.D. that clearly stated she wasn’t of age. She should perhaps work on getting a fake one. Or just wait. It would be less than a year that she would hit the big two one. Ya, waiting would be okay.

So then what was the point of taking the trip of coming all the way out here? To get a break from school, and herself mostly. Well, her mind anyway. The guy next to her would be a good distraction, maybe she could get him to get her a beer. Her blue eyes bounced from the boy to the bartender. A toothy smile formed on her soft pink lips. Perhaps she wouldn’t have to work as hard as she originally thought.

The blonde was about to speak but the boy beat her to it. Well wasn’t he something? This may have been a first for her. She was starting to get use to the whole flirting thing but this…this was a whole different level. Callie threw back her head and bursted out in laughter. Her hands covered her mouth before looking back at the boy. There was no way a normal person would talk like this. Right?

“A beer would be lovely, but I ain’t goin’ nowhere wit ya.” She said trying to contain her amusement. This night was going better than expected.

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[Will Spencer]

Her laugh amused him, if only slightly. Finally someone who actually saw how bloody ridiculous the whole bit was. Oh, but he was only getting started. William liked to put on a show that would get him in trouble. Typically girls didn't find this kind of thing as funny as he did, in fact any one of the comments that he'd said would have resulted in something worse than what he'd gotten. Perhaps this girl had a good sense of humor, or maybe she just saw through him and knew that there was no way he was actually serious. William was much less douchey than what he came off in this moment, but it wasn't like anyone really knew that.

"You think I'm jokin' luv? Put those beer goggles on and I'll become more enticing yet," William smirked and glanced up at the bartender who was shaking his head. "Aye, you jealous, mate? 'm sure I could score you that broad righ' over yonder," He jerked his chin in the direction of a leathery old woman with missing teeth. The idea of that anywhere near him grossed him out, and it seemed to have the same effect on the bartender. "I'll bet you she sucks a mean bellend. Er, what d'you call it? Ah, right, a dingle? Yeah? Toothless and all," William smirked and made a slurping sound before snickering and tipping back the glass again.

The bartender's nostrils flared and he did his best to ignore the Brit as he turned his attention to the blonde. William too looked over at her, the smirk twitching on his lips. "What can I get ya, ma'am? Somethin' pricey maybe? Highest end beer I can find?" The man was trying to remain in good humor with her, but it was clear that Will was getting to him. And it only goaded what Will was doing further. Perhaps the bartender would knock him out cold. Maybe he'd be sent back to the hospital that he'd left only to walk into this hell hole. Or rather Hell Hole in the Wall.

"Yes, luv. Go all out, the drunker ye get, the better I'll look," William chuckled again.

[Callie Montgomery]

Callie couldn’t hide the goofy grin she had on her face. The boy was something. She listened as the boy didn’t seem to know when to stop talking. She was pretty sure the bartender was getting close to his breaking point. Maybe she would witness a bar fight. That was be a first. She couldn’t help but get slightly excited at the thought.

She began playing with the tips of her hair. Just when she thought he was done talking yet another vulgar remark came pouring out of the guys mouth. Was he okay? Callie slowly began feeling her helping and sometimes overly obnoxious curiosity into other people’s lives come into play. Her eyes went wide. There was no way someone could honestly be like that. She was determine to prove so.

The blonde twisted her mouth before letting out another laugh. “I ain’t sure your looks are the problem.” She said with a wink. “If anything it probably helps ya get away with the crap that comes out of your mouth.”

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[Will Spencer]

If William only knew the way her thoughts of him had turned, he would have focused more on angering her than the bartender. The truth of the matter was, no, he wasn't honestly like this down to his core. He was much different, a lot more afraid of what he was becoming, but perhaps it was the threat of death and the inevitability that he was going to be forgotten anyway that made him feel as though he didn't care. But even so, he did care. The whole reason behind his actions was a sense of recklessness to make up for the hopeless feeling he got and even then, he pushed people away because he didn't want them to get hurt when he died. It wasn't right, it wasn't the best way to go about things, but it was the only way he'd been able to think of handling the situation. The truth was, if he knew he could live a full life, maybe he'd have been a lot different. If he'd had any other ability, or even if the Sprite virus had struck him and taken away his ability, maybe he'd have done his whole life differently.

But things weren't different. He was consumed by anger, a lack of faith in anything and an attitude problem that goaded people into giving him their worst. He welcomed it and probably made it all worse on himself, but that was the point. When he fought, he felt something, like he could do something and win. It was a never-ending metaphor for fighting this illness. But in the long run, he knew he'd always lose.

Her comment made him snort and he rolled his eyes. His looks were hardly his problem, and she was right. He got away with a lot of pretty terrible things because he had the looks of an angel. But Lucifer was an angel, too. "Aye, that might be the case. I'll have you know that everything I say is not crap though. It's fact. Or rather my opinion which is typically correct. Especially the more I drink," He tipped back his beer and raised his eyebrows to exaggerate the point. William had never been drunk before, although he was very good at blaming his actions on drinking. There were times that he sought out a fight and later on told his best friend that it had all been a drunken mess. Will was a mess, but it was never because of the booze in his system.

"I'll tell you though, sweetheart, I could probably even talk myself out of any situation with an ugly mug li' that one right there," He nodded towards the bartender and sent the large man a wink. He stretched his arms over his head and leaned back in the barstool. Will was waiting, his eyes level on the larger man across the counter, egging him on to just toss his ass out of the bar. He almost wanted to dare him. "C'mon Shrek, another round for me and the lass here, yeah? Perhaps make it a little bit snappier, you're on your way to a pretty shotty tip, mate."

The bartender's nostrils flared and William smiled. Any second now and he'd have a fight on his hands. In the guy's own establishment, how had he let Will act the way he was without any action at all? Will snapped his fingers in order to piss him off further, "Chop, chop, mate. Let's go old chum."