Montrose's loss was to be expected, as the team never faired well against their competitors. Will's advisors warned him time and time again to cut his losses with the team and stop hemorrhaging money, but he couldn't do that to them. Without a sponsor to sell the team to they wouldn't last more than a season or two. And what then? There'd just be no more Magpies? Will detested the thought. Still, he couldn't wave off the sympathies of his future wife. No, the last thing Will desired was to make things awkward between them so soon. Instead, he frowned slightly, nodded, then shrugged. "There's always next year, right?" And the year after that. And the year after that.

"Besides," he continued easily, "if they had won I wouldn't be able to be here with you tonight." There would be victory parties to attend to, after all. Though, a victory party would've been nice...

Then, Diana smiled at him and the thought vanished. He was at his happiest with her on his arm. Will beamed at her and took a sip of his drink.