Will smiled at the girl asking if he was alright. He appreciated her concern. “I’m doing about as well as one would expect given the current circumstances.” William said as he tapped his pockets making ng sure he had his belongings. Phone. Wallet. Keys. Flask. The last one was the one he was looking for. “A little hungover.” He pulled the flask from his pocket and unscrewed the cap. “Nothing some hair of the dog can’t fix.” He said before taking a swig of the alcohol it contained. The whisky had a familiar burn. It did little to dull the nausea or the pounding in his head, which he assumed was from the hangover. It did feel good though. Will held the flask out to offer the girl some of the alcohol. “So, I didn’t get your name.” He said with a smile. Will assumed Ashley, but didn’t want to make a fool of himself.