#do-wes

With bags packed, and her small apartment locked away, Donna headed toward what she now considered her other home. Southern Charm wasn’t far at all from her place, in fact it was less than a block away, which meant good news for the blonde and even better news for the business of the bakery.

Genie hadn’t taken a liking to it though, as he’d come to call her doughy from too many scones and croissants. She didn’t mind though, if seeing Wes meant a few more high kicks during practice, then so be it. Seeing those electric blue eyes and the sly smile were worth it to Donna any day of the week.

This one was going to be an interesting day all the same. She wasn’t sure if Sue had  mentioned to the man that he would have a passenger on his trip to Canada, nor had she really thought about what would happen once they got there; but for Donna, the small details didn’t matter. She was far more concerned about her daydreams of Wesley Bradshaw in hardly a stitch of clothing to care about benign particulars.

Wes hadn't really planned on going to the Peabody. Genie had given him tickets and according to customers, it was rather hard to see a show. Many people even tried to take them off his hands, jumping at a chance to see the famous dancers. Bars weren't really his scene. He supplied the whiskey and then went his merry way. 

But Donna had invited him. He was glancing at the tickets when Sue walked in the shop. 

"Where the hell have ya been?" She said, her voice light and and cheerful. "You find somethin' or someone else to occupy your time?" He chuckled. 

"Genie... owner of the Peabody, he paid me cash to help clear out his stock room... even made a deal to buy more product if I did it." Sue moved behind the counter setting her bags down. 

"I knew there was a reason I kept ya around." She ruffled his hair and then took the tickets he held in his hand. "Well seems like you even scored free tickets. I always wanted to go to a show down there... you plannin' on using'em?" 

"Haven't made up my mind yet.... You wanna be my plus one?" He elbowed her, raising his eyebrows.

"Awww Wesley Bradshaw, I thought you'd never ask!" She giggled. "This'll give me an excuse to wear that dress Ma sent.... and any chance to meet a pretty lady or fine gentleman is alright by me." 

"Fine... We should close up and go get ready... don't think they'd appreciate two hillbillies riding up in their country attire." He looked down at his filthy work clothes and her shirt covered in baking ingredients. 

Busy didn't even begin to cover what Donna's night was going to entail. She'd never had a debut before, but here she was, going through the final steps of her routine with Genie for the hundredth time.

"Please, I'm begging you, let me take a break!" She was panting, the headdress that sat on her head now lopsided against her right temple. "You'll have me wore slap out before the show even begins, then what will you do for main act?"

To be truthful, she was beat, but there was no way in hell she was going to tell her boss that on a night like this. He had the means to find a replacement for her, and he should have by now, but Genie kept her around for some reason or another, and Donna didn't want to test fate that badly.