#aidenp

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!"

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."

Reaching the place, he parked and hopped out, looking over his silk button up and tight-ish black pants, he headed up and in, trying the door and finding it was unlocked, just as Aiden had promised. He locked it behind him and slowly started undoing his buttons, kicking his shoes off. "Hellooo out there?" He crooned the words, smirking to himself as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it carelessly on the back of a chair.

Sometimes Wes did really feel like he had a sex addiction. This was one of those days. He'd had some already and cooled off only to come across a sexy gif of a threeway kiss in water. Sure, he technically had two other people in the apartment with him right now, but he felt like he couldn't just.. bother them all the time, well, couldn't bother Justin all the time, and he definitely wasn't going to proposition Sabin alone, in what was really Justin's apartment, where he'd maybe know it was going on. No, he couldn't do that, so he curiously posted it up to see who was interested. Huh. Duncan and Aiden. Definitely never had anything happen with the two of them at once and he was curious to see how it would go, so he ended up throwing a hoodie on and a pair of swim trunks and quietly heading out, ending up in the indoor pool room, staring around, since he hadn't been up here in- well, probably since his first week moving here, all those months ago.

Half an hour was just enough time. She didn't bother to put much make-up on, if she was going to be getting wet anyway, just combed a brush through it until it was smooth and shining. Throwing on her clothes, she was checking the time as she headed to the Thirteenth floor. At first, just to check she hadn't taken too long, she knocked on his door, waiting but hearing nothing. After that, she leaned into the wall, wearing a pair of slim black shorts with a long sleeved cream v-neck, sweeping her hair over one shoulder as she waited, shifting the weight from one heeled foot to the other.

Wes: -Figuring he didn't really need to dress up for this, dinner and Fight Club, he just went to Aiden's wearing a graphic tee, a tight hoodie, and some jeans, stuffing his hands into his pockets on his way to the Thirteenth floor. Damn, he felt like he had seen Aiden a lot in the last two weeks. Only four times, or so, but it felt like a lot, considering he had barely seen him four times in two months back in the only rehab days. Going to his door, he knocks and waits.-

Taking a shower in his guest room bathroom to be quiet, he snorted at himself as he looked at the time afterward. Really, this was not normal for a person. People usually slept. Sighing, he shoved his phone and keys into his hoodie pockets, wearing only that and a pair of sleep pants because he knew clothes were not necessary for this visit. In fact, the less there were, the quicker they could get down to it, and who knew how soon Adele needed to get on the plane or rest up before hand, because he'd like it if he didn't actually have to carry her, especially since that wasn't allowed anyway. Heading to the Thirteenth floor, he looked around curiously before letting himself in because he supposed Aiden would have the door unlocked if he was expecting company.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat as he left his suite, telling himself he needed to man the fuck up and not let everything get him down, though right now he was freaked out about how little he felt like he'd seen Leon lately and pissed off about the argument. Carter had, however inadvertently, made him feel ashamed. Why should he be ashamed? Apparently he ignored girls, apparently he smiled at their compliments and 'turned to the nearest man,' and it just made him feel seriously uncomfortable to hear such opinions coming from her, since she had never said much but nice things, but it felt like all the truths were coming out tonight. Sighing, he slapped his own cheek, muttering, "Get the fuck over yourself," and went down the hall, finding Adele and immediately smiling faintly. He went over to her, looping his arm through hers and starting to lead her along. "C'mon..." He leaned in and brushed his lips over her cheek, bringing her along to Aiden's and opening the door, stepping in.