"So let me get this straight. We're flying out to Africa tomorrow morning, doing the safari hunt, then we go our separate ways?" Jameson asked, repeating what Will had told him for clarification.

The two men were seated across from each other at the small table placed in the cramped kitchenette, both of their hats placed on top of the surface and Jameson's hands clasped under the table.

"Exactly. You'll be back in Ireland, and I can go back to America just in time to get ready for the party at Mark's manor." Will nodded in confirmation.

"Fine, but I'm not staying in here with you." Jameson answered tersely as he stood up, snatching up his hat in the process before sticking it on his head. 

"At least stay for dinner." Will argued as Jameson strode away towards the door.

"If we're going to be a team, we have to at least tolerate each other!" Will interjected, causing Jameson to stop as he opened the door.

"What did you have in mind?" Jameson countered warily, pausing to look back at his counterpart.

"Oh quit treating me like I'm some sort of villain, I'm not going to poison your food or anything of the sort." Will huffed indignantly.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I should be nicer to the guy that delved into my personal life without my consent!" Jameson snapped furiously.

"Would it help if you knew more about me then?" Will sighed wearily.

"Considering I only know your name, yes." Jameson nodded, remaining in his position by the door.

"How would I know you're telling the truth?" Jameson added with a thoughtful frown.

"You won't, but know that I promise that everything I say is true." Will admitted with a shrug.

"There isn't much to tell really. My real name is William like I've told you before, but my friends call me Colonel. I live alone, I'm a successful safari hunter as a living, people think I'm gradually going insane, my two closest friends are Celine and Damien, and I despise Mark." William listed off in a bored tone.

"Didn't you say that you were going to Mark's party?" Jameson questioned with an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Yes, but only since Celine and Damien promised to come. That and I can't refuse free alcohol." Will explained with a slight smirk.

"Now will you let up? The hunt won't go well if neither of us trust each other and keep one eye open at night." The Colonel sighed wearily.

"You're right." Jameson admitted reluctantly, still hesitant about trusting the dark haired male after hearing him state that people thought he was going insane.

"Good. Now, I know a fine restaurant we can visit not too far from here." Will continued as he stood up from the table, scooping up his hat before joining Jameson by the door.

"After you." Jameson stated, pulling open the door.

"Thank you. Trust me, this will be fun if you allow it to be." Will promised the Irishman with a wink before waking out the door, Jameson glancing back behind him once more before following the Colonel out of the hotel.

The meal inside the five star Italian restaurant passed by in a blur due to the large amounts of red wine Jameson and Will were consuming, causing both men to quickly become drunk.

"Thiz iz gooood spaghett." Jameson declared in a slurred tone, drowsily taking another sip from his glass.

"And I thought Irishman handled alcohol better than us Americans." Will tsked, his face a light red hue and clearly not as drunk as the man sitting across from him.

Jameson looked at him with a goofy grin spread wide across his face as he smeared sauce over his tomato red face until he looked like he had clown makeup on.

"Clearly unlimited wine wasn't a good idea for you. I guess that's what I get for paying." Will mused as he practically dragged Jameson out of his seat and into the bathroom to clean him up, earning odd looks from the customers and staff he passed by.

"He had a little too much wine." Will explained to them hastily, slapping Jameson's hand down when he tried to paint others with the sauce that covered his face.

"I'm not-az think az you-drunk I am." Jameson hiccuped in protest as Will helped hold the Irishman up and washed his face off with water from the sink and a handful of paper towels.

"Sure you aren't." Will grunted, struggling to keep Jameson from collapsing to the floor.

"I'm a leprechaun!" Jameson cheered happily with another hiccup, Will unable to hold back his laughter as he smoothed Jameson's green hair out of his crystal eyes.

"I'm taking you to my hotel, it's closer and I have no idea where your house is." Will told the drunk Irishman as he slung Jameson's arm around his shoulder and took a tentative step forward to see if Jameson could walk.

Instead, Jameson crumpled to the tiled floor unconscious, Will having to dive to catch Jameson's head.

"Great." Will muttered under his breath, managing to scoop Jameson up in his arms and sling him over his shoulder so he could carry him out of the restaurant.

They instantly had to stop at the entrance as Jameson's eyes abruptly flew open, Will knowing what was about to happen.

Will quickly lowered Jameson to the ground and held him upright as his dinner came vomiting out of him, his body shaky and unable to support itself.

"O-oh god." Jameson choked out before vomiting more, Will staying by his side and rubbing his back in small soothing circles.

"Think you can stand?" Will asked gently once Jameson was done, watching him carefully in case he passed out again.

He nodded, his wobbly arms desperately attempting to support his weight as he fought to push himself up off of the ground.

"C'mon." Will grunted, scooping the Irishman up in his arms bridal style and walking him back to the hotel.

His head bounced against Will's chest as he walked, Jameson's blue eyes gradually closing as Will carried him.

Once they arrived back in Will's room, the Colonel carefully laid Jameson down on his bed and sat a trashcan down next to him before he set up his own place to sleep on the couch using a few extra pillows and blankets.

"Will?" Jameson called out feebly from beneath his cocoon of blankets Will had wrapped him up in, his voice scratchy and barely audible.

"Yes?" Will mumbled from his position on the couch, exhaustion sleeping into his weary muscles and bones. 

"Am I your friend?" Jameson asked.

Will paused for a moment, pondering the question before he confidently answered.

"Yes."

"So can...I call you Colonel...like your other friends?" Jameson continued, his eyes fighting to stay open.

"Of course." Will nodded with a small smile, almost preferring spending time with the ridiculous drunk Jameson than with the serious sober Jameson.

"Goodnight Jameson." Will whispered to Jameson as he turned off the lights.

"Goodnight...Colonel." Jameson murmured back before falling asleep, his light snores soon filling the room.

The Colonel sighed as he crawled back onto the couch, removing his glasses before closing his eyes and falling asleep to the sound of Jameson's peaceful breathing.