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William

[ivegotmypride]

[anniesgonemad]

Grantaire

[jondrette]

Bill Fallon

[thequitecontrary]

It had been over a month since Mary and her father had arrived in New York in order to help her uncle with his impending legal case. Fortunately, Harold Levinson had a lot of money. Mary and her father were more there for emotional support, and to make sure that he didn't get taken advantage of. Harold was a good businessman, but sometimes he lacked common sense. If he was really guilty of tax evasion, Mary wasn't sure what could be done for him.

His lawyer seemed to think that a lot could be done. Bill Fallon was slick as oil and smooth as cream. So polite and cultured was he that Mary actually thought that he might have been able to charm her grandmother. He would have slid easily into English aristocratic society despite his accent. Mary was suspicious.

Mr. Fallon definitely had questionable associates. She had seen them around her uncle's house, spoken with a few when she was allowed to sit in on a discussion of her uncle's defense. Despite his associates, Bill was a gentleman though. He even threw one of them out when they got fresh with her, trying to corner her in a hallway. His perfect sleekness still seemed a bit like an act to her though, that there was something raging under the surface that would show itself when he let his defenses down.

One of her 'duties', as she liked to call it, was to accompany him out on the town, to upscale nightclubs and the opera. She realized that she was mostly a pretty thing on his arm. This was supposed to be strictly business, a quid pro quo to keep her uncle's case fresh in his mind and at the top of his priority list. It was mutually beneficial. She got her uncle a better defense and he got a beautiful date to show off. She didn't mind going out with him, as there were surely worse men to be seen with, though Mary wondered why he continued to take her out. Sometimes these events seemed to be more his choice than mere social obligations. There seemed to be no shortage of pretty things he could take out in her stead, and yet, he kept asking her.

One night after such an engagement, they returned to his upscale home. Mary lounged on the couch, exhausted. It was after midnight. Bill had one of his servants call her father to assure him that she was alright. Despite the late hour, Mary didn't feel like going back to the hotel yet anyway.

She gazed at Bill's back as he fixed them drinks. "Whiskey neat, please."