Ali heard the knocking at her door and she knew it was Will, she'd known it was him before she even glanced out of her kitchen window. She decided she better at least talk to him, she didn't hate him...it was herself that she hated. She walked over to the door and unlocked it before opening it slowly, forgetting that she'd left all the empty bottles of liquor on her counter.<br/><br/>"I know what you said and you didn't have to try to convince her you were trying to blackmail me. Bree's known me for almost our entire lives, she knows I'd just beat the shit out of someone until they didn't feel like blackmailing me anymore and look, there aren't any scratches or anything on you. She, also, knows just exactly what she told you...that, all in all, I'm one of those girls that usually sleeps with a guy and never calls him again. If you still want to come in, you can."