After a few drinks, or ten, Will made a joke about being scarred for life by something that Rachel had said, and he said so while pointing to the scar on his face.
"Oh yeah," she said. "What's it from?"
"Feeding my dogs when I was about nine," he said. "Fell on an open dog food can, sliced half my cheek open. Didn't even notice, got back up, finishing feeding the dogs, wasn't 'til I got back inside, I felt warm something dripping on my t-shirt, put my hand up and felt this flap of skin, surge of pain, called for my mum to help me."
Rachel squealed. "Gross!"
"Doctor said it was the cleanest cut he'd even seen, next to a scalpel. So close to my eye though, lucky."
"Yeah, gross."
"What is?" said Mike, coming back from the bathroom.
"How I got my scar," said Will.
"Oh yeah, how's that?" said Mike. He put down more beer on the table and offered it around.
"Bar fight back home," said Will.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Nah. Motorbike accident at the salt."
"Oh, right?"
"Yeah. Nah. Fell on a dog food can on the ground."
"Yeah, what happened really?"
"Ah, don't want to talk about it,"
"Fair enough. Going out after?"
"Yeah. Out for a while. Rachel here desperately wants to get wasted, forget all her woes," said Will.
"Oh yeah?" said Mike, looking at Rachel.
"Yeah. Nah," she said, while punching Will in the thigh. "Going home after this. Work in the morning, you know, can't go out on a school night."
"Tomorrow's Saturday!" said Mike.
Rachel smiled, nodded, opened her eyes wide at him, waiting for him to get it.
"A-ha," said Mike, "You're so funny after a coupla beers."
Rachel raised her wine glass to him.
"No, seriously," she said. "I'm going out with Willy. Going anywhere he's going. God, I love him. And you know what happens when he gets into bar fights."
Will fingered his scar and nodded.

"We got some cheese platter from a client," said Ed, returning from the kitchen with Tim, presenting everyone with a large selection of crackers, cheese and grapes. "Actually it's to go with their wine, but I think Rachel's drunk all of that."
"Ha ha," said Rachel. "Ugh, I'm so disappointed. Grapes? I want nice clothes like Lisa gets. Why can't I get nice clothes?"
"Sure you can get nice clothes, if you're willing to be buddy-buddy with Dior, Rach," said Mike. "But trust me, they are some kind of hell to deal with."
"Allright," said Rachel. "I'll leave that to Lisa."

Brian peeked into the lounge. "You all still here?!"
"Hi boss," said Will.
"Oh wine, I love you," said Rachel, gazing closely at her wine glass.
"She's had a few," said Will.
"I'll join you," said Brian, jumping over the back of an armchair to slide into it, while reaching for a beer.
"Come to rob the joint?" said Mike.
Brian laughed. "Yeah, I came to steal my own computer."
"Snap!" said Will.
"Go back to snap school," said Rachel, receiving a beer cap in her hair for her advice.
"We don't go home," said Tim. "We sleep here every night."
"We sleep with Will," said Rachel.
Will shrugged and nodded that it was true.
Brian sighed. "I would too if I wasn't married."
"You guys are weird," said Mike. He was throwing grapes up in the air and trying to catch them in his mouth.
"Hit me," said Will.
Mike threw one over, and Will caught it.
"Hit me," said Rachel.
Mike threw another, and it hit her in the face, and she began crying.
"Shut up," said Will. "You baby."
Rachel stopped and had some more wine.