I Like That || Westin+Aidele
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!"
