porter_inc | New York: Open to anyone who'd like to run into him

[ooc: Will and I didn't want to set up anything specific without finalizing with muns/pups first, so feel free to run into him here, even if you don't know him and are just in the New York area. Hell, even if you just want to run by and shout "dork!" at him, feel free.

BTW, Christine, Eve and Billie can assume he called them :-) No rush or time limit, so no worries if you're busy/not interested.]

Will was staying in a hotel in Manhattan while he was there for his adventure of meeting his new friends. He'd called everyone who'd shown interest in meeting him but with whom he hadn't had a chance to finalize any plans for meeting. His messages had been short and basically said he'd be in the lounge and bar area. If they didn't catch him there, they could reach him on his cell.

Nursing a scotch, sitting at the bar and looking at the people who came in, Will felt happy to just be there. He loved New York. If he didn't miss Kevin so much, he'd probably stay for another week. For now, though, he'd enjoy the time he had left and keep people watching.

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Billie had never been to New York. She'd heard about it. She'd totally seen it on TV. Hello, backdrop for TRL? Yeah. Regardless, she was a tad nervous. And, did Will even know how she was getting from San Francisco to New York? Hmm. Maybe it was better to let him assume... whatever it was he might assume. Her sister would get upset if she told their secret... again.

She closed her eyes and tossed the potion vial onto the floor. She stepped into the small cloud of smoke that appeared and focused on Will. She opened her eyes and glanced around. Thankfully, she'd magically appeared in a dark corner that no one seemed to take notice of. Huzzah for small favors.

Oh, a bar. She finally noticed that. She pouted; she really needed to invest in a fake id. Of course, she wasn't really sure how drunken potion teleportation would work out...

"Will!" she squealed, all sorts of high-pitched and cute. Silly Billie.

Will wasn't the only one who turned around when he heard his name, but he was the only one who didn't leer at the cute blonde and look as if he wanted to go in for the kill. Quickly getting up, Will waved and went over to her, glaring at a few older men who were obviously checking out the young woman.

"Hey, Billie," he smiled at her, then immediately snapped, "Get lost," at some lech who'd started to protest that Will was horning in on his pick up. "Come on," he said to the girl, "you can sit at the bar with me."

Oh. Leering! Well, it had been awhile. There hadn't been much time between school, magic, and destiny lately for any sort of social interaction. She was nearly flattered by the leering. Nearly.

Ah, but Will would most definately never leer. And that? Made her happy. Beyond words. She beamed at him, much to the dismay of the random men who still sort of glanced her way. "Okiedokie," she replied. "Ya know, if you ever come to visit me, there's this great club/bar place called P3. You'd totally like it."

"Yeah? I'll have to keep that in mind," Will smiled at her as he led her to the bar. "When did you get in to New York?" he asked, a little distracted. It really bothered him that men old enough to be her father were checking her out. Then again, it wasn't really his business. "You've definitely made an impression on this lot."

Oh, about two minutes ago, she thought, but she decided to keep that thought to herself. Will would definately need a few drinks in his system before she could really think about telling him just how she got there. And, even then, he might just freak out. Hmm.

"I got here not too long ago..." she said, not really lying. "My sense of time is a little messed up since I'm like four hours ahead now or something? Yeah. Totally confusing."

She giggled, "Most of them are kind of drunk, and well, the drunk are impressionable. Such is the life of a blonde, college freshman."

Will smiled, charmed by the giggle. "I have a feeling they'd be like that even if they were all sober. You're very pretty." He waved over the bartender. "Would you like a soda or something? Or some food? Or... Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

"You are so sweet!" Billie cooed, playfully kissing him on the cheek. "If all boys were as nice as you, life would be much better!"

She twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger for a moment, then grinned. "Well, I've never been to New York before. So, I'm pretty much up for anything."

"You're very sweet, too," Will grinned, blushing at the kiss and the compliment. "And thanks for calling me a boy. It's been a while," he said with a wink.

When the bartender came over, he ordered her a coke and another scotch for himself.

"Well, we could check out Chinatown or take in a show or go shopping. Pretty much anything is available to do. What do girls like to do?"

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