Once he got the impulse to go looking to see if he still had any vodka around the house, he decided to try and do something positive, and docked his music player in it's speaker system before putting on music and starting to dance around to it, sing along somewhat, before he'd found himself online, and thankfully caught Adele, asking her to come over. When she mentioned tequila, he felt a little guilty, but decided he definitely needed it and didn't see why he should have to be without it, so he went back to dancing as he waited for her to come over.

Contrary to Wes's believe that he'd be tired out after the show, adrenaline was filling his body and he felt like he had more energy, from all the nerves, and from only performing the show once, since all week he'd been doing almost two back to back dress rehearsals in a day, so this had felt like a piece of cake. And maybe it was making him feel cocky, like he could get royally drunk and be fine to do it all over again tomorrow. No one was stopping him either, if they even could, so he was entering a club with a thudding bass, wearing a vinyl studded red, almost hot pink colored jacket with a feather drape over that, and pants tight but not so much so he couldn't shake it on the dance floor. He stopped after he got inside to make sure they'd all filed in after him, then threw an arm around Adele's shoulders, calling out, "SHOTS!"

Summer 2011, and Wes was nearly off his face from tequila shots and fruity cocktails with dirty names that he had laughed his head off at, at the bar. The cool air had managed to calm him some, as had the walk back to the house he was renting on the beach, with his boyfriend and best friend. His best friend who had dragged him out tonight, and as she was so good at, had gotten him terrifically drunk and now crooning songs down the street, head tipped back, making the stars up above them his audience. He straightened up before he could fall over, snatching up her hand and pulling her toward the gate that would lead them through the grass and cobblestones to the backyard pool. "We're heeeere! At least I think this one's right?!" His grin was a little lopsided, looking over at Adele, as he just wore a tank top that was cool on his chest, as the sweat he'd dampened it with was now making it cold on his chest.

After getting Justin's okay on the proposed idea, Adele trying to steal his beloved pet away and then getting properly punished for it, he licked his lips as he tried to think how it might be appropriate to start. While he thought about it, he went into the bedroom, stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs and then putting on his dark blue collar and cuffs before mussing up his curls and finding his phone, texting Adele that she should come into his bedroom. He had no real idea how this should be handled but he figured it'd be hard for Adele to try and steal his pet if he was already in the room. Maybe?

It may have been the second day in a row like Adele said, but this was necessary, she was in pain and he had no idea what had happened tonight, but it looked like it wasn't getting better if he was staying in a hotel in Rochester..still? He didn't know. He wasn't rushing home to Adele, so Wes was worried and not about to lie there alone and starving. Justin whipped up some comfort food, macaroni and cheese, and he was hurrying to bring it over while it was still hot because he knew she didn't have a microwave anymore, or at least that's what he assumed. Ducking into her building, he tried the door and sighed, remembering the pink key and took it out, letting himself in. Going into her kitchen, he found a fork and took the tupperware to the bedroom, knocking softly. "Can I come in...?

Thirteenth floor. Of course he'd live there. Wes half smiled as he thought about the first time they had been all in this apartment together. They were all extremely pissy for their own reason, Wes because he'd felt like he'd had his sexuality attacked yet again and Aiden had been trying to defend him. Adele too, probably, be was blurry on that. She luckily hadn't known what that felt like, but she still had two of her favorite men bothered by it so she was incensed by it. He stepped off the elevator and went to find Aiden's and, well, Adele's apartment, knocking he was expected so he didn't bother to knock, even if it probably would have made him a good sub. Oh, well. He was never a very good sub to Aiden. Aiden was too much fun to piss off. Letting himself in and smoothing out his jeans, he called out, "Hellloo, honeys, I'm hoome."

Wes quickly signed off, not wanting to get sucked in by talking to too many people, forgetting to say good bye but he was in a bit of a rush wanting to get to Adele before it got too late. Not that it mattered, he supposed, she was a night owl, like him, but it was already past 10:30pm and he didn't know how long he'd be there and would hate for Ondrej or Justin to get restless and wish either of them would just come to bed already. He left after putting his shoes on, kissing the puppies and Justin on his way out before going down to catch a cab to take him to Ondrej and Adele's place, somewhere he hadn't been since she got back. He hopped out of the cab after paying for it and went up to knock a few times, biting on his lip as he waited.