#wesley chat

@sinful-misfits

Wesley sat with a drink in his hand, his eyes on the ice slowing moving in the glass. Not having been there for long but making sure he was there before Nevien. Something about selecting the seat, giving him some control over the... (date?) meeting, it seemed to calm his nerves. He had not been out with anyone in a long time. Nights spent with strangers but never letting it go any further than that. No wonder he was nervous. Hand clutching to the cold glass and swirling it a little so the ice clinked against the side through the honey coloured whiskey while he waited for the other male to arrive.

Wes had been speanding far to much time away from nthem all and Seb wanted to know why. Finding out over this ‘guy’ and wanting to meet him. he set out to do just that, Wes in toe of course. “You must be Drake?” Eyeing the male up and down.

“Seb, really?”

He was sure he was in bed, but next moment he was walking down a street. Not one he knew but somehow it seemed familiar. Turning quick, wide eyes catching Jacob with fright. "Shit, you scared me."

Wesley looked up with a smile. "What do you mean 'this is your seat'?"

"Haven't you been told its rude to stare?"

"Dude, you're like huge. I bet you could bench me.... but don't do that, it would be weird."