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[all_er_nothin]

Will's at the bar, with beer.

It's been a disappointing day, romantically speaking, to come home and find out that the girl he was supposed to be proposing to has gone and got engaged to someone else. Not to mention that it'll make the Box Social very awkward.

He gets another pint and looks around for some company to distract him.

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[hoopsonfire]

Well, what about the pale girl who's more likely to leave a knot in his brain than anything?

...

That one over there, in gothlike ensemble?

[all_er_nothin]

Will spots her, and stares for a moment. He's never seen a girl like her before.

[hoopsonfire]

Amara flashes a small smile, tilting head at the man. "Hello."

[all_er_nothin]

Will tips his hat.

"Howdy."

[luvitwnurescume]

Box socials are always awkward. You have to be careful with your manners and your flirtations. They're just terrible, terrible troubles to Dixie. Unless she's singing at them.

"You're still lonesome," she notes, coming at him from down the staircase, "I can just tell."

[all_er_nothin]

"Ah'm a fool, Dixie." Will says, with a small sad smile. "A fool with no lady, and I gotta watch her trailin' after the peddler."

[luvitwnurescume]

"We've all played the fool," she says wisely. She's actually in the middle of chasing the 'wrong' guy herself. That'd be because the right guy's too busy writing wrongs for everyone but her. "Would you take her back, if she came back?"

[all_er_nothin]

"I tried." Will says. "I told her Pa I'd got fifty dollars. He asked me to show him, and I said I'd spent it on presents for Ado Annie, and then he said I hadn't got it no more."