All the Love You Want || Will&Morgan
TAGGED: Morgan Urbano SETTING: Allegory’s B2SB MUSIC: This (couldn't resist) ATTIRE: Will, Morgan NOTES: Excuse this suckiness.
Anyone could see that. If people hadn't caught on to Will's womanizing ways when he was sober ― which, it was kind of impossible not to ― they would surely know what he was like now, when he was drunk. Will looked forward to these parties, because it was a time when he could drink with other people and not have to work so hard at getting into girl's pants. Will was all about hooking up and having fun. Most people found him to be annoying and desperate, but he was far past the point of caring. Will tended to not care what people thought of him, because all he wanted to do in his life was have fun and worry about his responsibilities later.
Which was what he was doing now, at the Back to School Bash. Will had been intoxicated from the moment the party started ― and probably a bit earlier ― and it was easy to see. Though he could hold his liquor fairly well, by this time, he was having trouble keeping his thoughts together. He had hit on plenty of girls by now, and had even gotten a few offers, but one name stuck out in his mind that prevented him from take anything further. Will wasn't used to getting rejected, and the fact that Morgan had been so quick to do so was jarring both his pride and his ego. She was clearly attracted to him, as he found out when she kissed him, so why was she resisting? Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was just his nature, but Will couldn't let that go. He scanned the crowd for the sophomore, setting his drink down on the table immediately after spotting her. She was dancing to the music, and Will could have sworn she was moving like that just to spite him.
With an burst of courage and arrogance, Will made his way over to her, determined to get her to change her mind. There was no way she was going to able to resist him. In these last minutes of the bash, Will was going to find a way to get to hook up with him. He smirked as he approached her, watching as she lost herself in the music. Did he go up behind her and join her? No, too creepy. Did he dance in front of her? Too weird. He settled for a more normal approach, and walked up, tapping her on the shoulder and leaning in to speak in her ear so that he could be heard over the music. "You're a great dancer."
