"No, the yacht is at the house. I'm not at the house." Will said perfectly reasonably. Rolling over onto his front, he pushed the ring into his pocket and tried to ignore the tan line where his ring should be. Bending down, he stumbled as he grabbed a bottle- the last bottle and shook it to see if there was anything left. "You've got alcohol at the club, right? The good stuff. We should go there."

Will would've normally helped Lara up, been a gentleman about it- been charming but he didn't feel like being charming. He felt like drinking a whole bunch. And then maybe drinking some more at Henry's grave. Yeah, he'd do that.