Bill comes down the stairs, steady and sure, not too much alcohol in him yet, but boy he's pissed off. When he spots Web at the bar he stalks over, surprisingly good at it, fake leg or not.
He opens his mouth to say somethin', but pauses when he takes in what the hell Web is doin'.
"You're such a nerd," he spats, a word he picked up from Kara. He likes it, kinda funny soundin'. "What the hell're ya doin' writin' stories in a bar?"
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Date: 2009-04-04 10:53 pm (UTC)He opens his mouth to say somethin', but pauses when he takes in what the hell Web is doin'.
"You're such a nerd," he spats, a word he picked up from Kara. He likes it, kinda funny soundin'. "What the hell're ya doin' writin' stories in a bar?"