Snippet #2417583

As Amelia spoke, Will was watching the kids in the corner as he sipped his beer. None of them looked familiar. They were probably from the local collage. It was that time of the year when faces new and old appeared in the bar. For some it was their first time at The End of the Line, for others it was just their first stop back before school began again. For others this might very well be their first taste of alcohol. He thought that might be the case for one of the younger looking members of the group. When Amelia suddenly asks if he's single he nearly chokes a bit on his beer, but manages to get it down with just a few coughs. Clearing his throat he sets the bottle back down and gives her an odd look.

"Since it's just the booze talking then I suppose it doesn't matter." Will says with a small chuckle, shaking his head a little. "But, yes I am. Have been for a while now actually, come to think of it."

Back when he was still an official officer of the law Will had a little lady waiting on him at home. They weren't married or anything, but it had been talked about a time or two. Unfortunately, or maybe not, Will had never been entirely sure how to feel about the matter, when he quit the force to become a private eye she left him. As far as he knew she was married to the police chief now, a little girl on the way. They didn't talk now unless they had to.

There's a click in the corner as the last song ends, then some soft whirling of gears and such deep within the jukebox as another record is selected. It looked like the next one was an old Hank Williams song. Will had heard it before, a long time ago. It was a bit odd, he thought, for the jukebox to select that song. But he guessed Jack had set it to random earlier in the evening. Not alot of people came to The End of the Line for the music, but it was nice to have some background noise. Besides, the machine was old, and the later it got the more likely it would be that some drunk would try and pull a Fonz and run their fist through the glass. Will didn't mind the old tune, but apparently the collage kids weren't going to have it. One of them, the one Will had suspected had never seen the inside of a bar before this evening, was making his way over to the jukebox. Upon finding that it wouldn't accept his change he says something to the machine, then hits it a few times. When nothing happens he hits it again and the needle skips on the record, causing it to go back to the beginning. Well, that made things even worse.

"Excuse me. Hopefully I'll be back in one piece in just a couple of minutes." Will says with a sigh as he stands and makes his way over to the kid and the jukebox. By now the kid had hold of a chair and was about to smash the machine. Luckily the detective gets there in time to grab the chair by a leg and keep it from making an impact. "Look, I'm sorry you don't like the music, kid, but this isn't going to do anything except maybe land you in jail for destruction of property."

"You picked this lame song, didn't you old man!?" The kid says, slurring his words. His breath was like sticking your face in the foamy head of a fresh Guinness.

"Old man? Seriously? You're what, probably not even twenty one yet, kid?" Will asks, keeping a hand on the chair leg since the guy wasn't putting it down. He was hoping the guy would back down now that someone was saying something, but it didn't look like it. Obviously he didn't like being called kid. Before Will can say anything further the collage kid manages to yank the chair free and slams it into Will, knocking him backwards and onto a, thankfully, empty table.