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Aug. 5th, 2015 01:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
willcabotSigning the papers, Will smiled as he took possession of the keys to his new place. It was gorgeous, bigger than his previous home and with more room to grow into. And it had land and beach access, both of which was important to Will. But more importantly it wasn't a bachelor pad, it was a family home and that was something his campaign wanted him to promote as something he was looking towards. It didn't matter that his marriage to Corry had fallen apart, this was about looking towards the future.
Taking out his phone, he texted a couple of pictures to Ed and to Trina, before sending it out to Essie and Corry and a couple of others. Smiling, he pulled up the drive before climbing out of his car. Untucking his shirt, he pulled it off over his head before heading down towards the beach where he could go swim if he wanted to. He'd invite everyone over tonight maybe, have a beach barbecue and get settled in.
That sounded perfect. A new start, a new beginning. Just what he wanted.
OOC: BARBECUE AT WILL'S NEW PLACE. EVERYONE IS INVITED. HIS NEW PLACE IS GORGEOUS. COME PLAY.
Taking out his phone, he texted a couple of pictures to Ed and to Trina, before sending it out to Essie and Corry and a couple of others. Smiling, he pulled up the drive before climbing out of his car. Untucking his shirt, he pulled it off over his head before heading down towards the beach where he could go swim if he wanted to. He'd invite everyone over tonight maybe, have a beach barbecue and get settled in.
That sounded perfect. A new start, a new beginning. Just what he wanted.
OOC: BARBECUE AT WILL'S NEW PLACE. EVERYONE IS INVITED. HIS NEW PLACE IS GORGEOUS. COME PLAY.
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Date: 2015-08-17 08:10 pm (UTC)"Hey you, you look good." Will began and smiled happily, openly down at Essie. "I know I said people could bring a plus one, can't say I was expecting that."
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Date: 2015-08-27 07:25 pm (UTC)She might have squeaked when he picked her up, but by the time he set her down, she was giggling, if a little ruefully. "He's the only plus one I take anywhere these days. He's got better manners." If it hadn't already, the not-so-little dating disaster and fisticuffs was probably spreading via rumor and social media. She'd had more than one person come to her shop to see if she was okay and none of them had actually been there.
The perils of a small community, she guessed, and then marveled again that she'd actually become part of one.
"So thanks for the invite, wasn't sure what to bring, but I figured no one turns down good wine."