[Flashback - Pre-curse Storybrooke] To The Nines ~ William & Mariana.
Record profits meant celebratory drinks, and record profits at the town’s wealthiest institute called for something special – Now he was in charge, Will wasn’t having any wishy-washy beers in the back of the office nonsense, not when his name was over the front door. If a work do was worth doing, it was worth doing at the Beaufort Bar with 100% attendance, a black tie dress-code and an open bar. There was a little – Or, rather, not so little – Pocket of cash squirreled away in the finances for exactly these purposes, and what sort of dreadful boss would Mr. de Laci be if he deprived his devilishly hard workers of a well-dressed booze-up?
A glass of the house’s finest in one hand, the other trying desperately hard not to sneak his sleeve up to glance at his watch and check the time, Will endeavoured to actually enjoy discussing work while he was still waiting on Mariana. Forty-five minutes in, and the majority of his employees had been joined by their plus-ones and Will, apparently, remained single. While his colleagues must have known of the new woman in Will’s life – Not least because he hadn’t been such a grouchy fucker over the past three months – They hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her until this evening. That was, if she ever turned up.
Save for the odd quick phone call or a goodnight text, Will and Mariana hadn’t managed to spend any quality time together for over a fortnight. His books needed going over, he had a ridiculous number of meetings with clients that apparently couldn’t possibly be delegated down the ladder, and there were only so many hours in the day. With commitments suddenly more numerous than either of them would have liked, this blissful little evening of drinking and dancing was supposed to be perfect. He had combed his hair and knotted his bow tie to the exact degree, parked the car around the corner and was doing his best at engaging in conversation with investors, even when his mind was absolutely elsewhere.