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Will's eyes widened and the bottle slipped through his now limp fingers, clattering to the floor. "Oh crapsh, Shkiashka...."

Turning to the panicking Huntress, Will desperately tried to sober himself up... fast. "Can' tell ya, Skiaska. I jus' can't tell ya."

Will turned to Lydia with a dark stare before walking off towards the storage room. "Yer not helping, Lydia, but you are right. I'm gonna step outside then go down to Haven an' sober up. I hope Skiaska will be alright, Can't stand to see my people hurtin'. Laters."

"I'll... Be alright, I suppose." SHe hid the slight tremor in her voice as she smiled sadly. "Here's your drink, before you leave." Handing it to her, she waved to Hunter before running down into Haven. I need to see him.

Will practically bounded into Hunter's. Krii'Ouse was fine, most of the Hunters were out of the infirmary... things were looking up. And Krii'Ouse was right, even though he did bear responsibility for what happened to his people as their leader that didn't mean that he had to blame and punish himself over it. For months he'd feared what would happen to him if one of his people got killed on his watch, since he knew that he had a tendency to blame stuff on himself. He'd been afraid that he'd destroy himself with his self guilt. But thanks to his friends, he'd pulled through it. And because of that, he'd now be stronger both as a person and as a leader.

Striding up to "Hunter" Wilson, Will grasped his arm firmly, a sign of friendship and camraderie. This was their way, his and "Hunter's". There was so much more that they could say to one another without words. "Hunter, I need a big favor from you. A really big favor."

"'Ey, ye know that I'm always ready ta lend a helpin' hand ta ye an' the Hunters. So what do ye need, boyo?"

Will's grin grew a little sheepish as he scanned the crowded nightclub. "I need you to close the place down for the night, immediately."

There was a long moment of silnce, before Hunter spoke, slowly and carefully. "An' jus wha is it tha' ye be needin' me ta close down me pub and turn away a good night's worth o' business fer, lad?"

"Tyler needs to let Krii'Ouse dance and express himself up here... in werewolf form."

There was another pause between them, then Wilson strode towards the masses of dancers and drinkers. "Alright you buggerin' blighters! Get yer hides outta my blasted pub! Ye heard me right! Get the whole bleedin' lot of ye out o' here! 'Tis my pub an' I'll close it whenever I feel like it! Now out! Out!"

Within minutes the building was cleared of civilians and the doors locked. "Alright, the place is all yer's Billy me lad."

"Thanks Hunter, we'll be sure to make it up to you in terms of lost business."

"See that ye do."

As the place cleared out, Will noticed Skiaska there, standing in the corner. Walking over, he placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke softly. "Skiaska, Tyler is going to be bringing Sethe up here... as a werewolf. This is part of what they need to do to get Sethe in control. Now since you're a Huntress, and close to Sethe, I figure that it's alright if you stay. But if Tyler says you need to leave, you go without any questions asked and no complaints, understand?"

Having said what he needed to say, Will headed back down to Haven to go get Tyler and Krii'Ouse.

When she came out into Hunter's, she stopped for a minute. It was completely empty of people who were not hunters, but she decided not to ask just yet. She looked around, and saw that Skiaska was the closest. She walked over to her, figuring that the other huntress would know where to purchase clothes.

"Skiaska? I have a question to ask you."

"Do you know where I may purchase more clothes?" She asked. "My other shirt, as you know, was basically turned into a vest."