#wesley.

Wesley isn't exactly fond of having to leave the comforting confines of his extravagant condo. He could think of a thousand things he would prefer to do than to leave the comfort of his own home – his own idle isolation. There is humor in what is pegged to be his downfall. He laughs, he's not sure if anyone else is laughing. His descent from the very top to the depths of the bottom has been nothing but an enjoyable feat for him.

“is it weird to be like, impressed by someone’s nudes?” wesley carried his laptop over, setting it down on the coffee table in front of them to show some examples. “i mean, i can’t see their face or anything, but... these are hot, don’t you think? almost artistically so.” 

There have always been constants in Olympus when Reina’s found herself there throughout the years. Always the same people, the same routine of either going to Rowan and Andy’s house or beelining straight to a warehouse or the clubhouse for a deal, meeting with the same people and shooting the same shit before she ultimately heads back home. Wesley is, unfortunately, one of those constants. Ever since Rowan met Andy it feels like he’s always been around, lingering and irritating her to no end. There’s really no particular reason for it, Reina’s usually just irritated by everyone she crosses paths with in Olympus. Of course things are different now — she lives here again and her routine is much more widespread than it ever had been before, and yet she still manages to stumble upon Wes on her way to meet Rowan at the park for a Maddie and Iris play date. And to her surprise, he’s sleeping on a bench about a block away, under a fucking blanket like it’s his goddamn bed. Of course Iris tugs her toward him because obviously, it’s a strange sight, and kicks the leg of the bench as a means of waking his ass up, a look of incredulity passing over her features as she stares down at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

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The last week had been rough. From heading to the beach to help clean up the wreckage left behind by the battle, volunteer work, and work, Rosemary was exhausted by the time she came home every night. The last thing she wanted to do was cook for herself. That was what brought her to Talbot’s Diner in the late evening. It was her first time there, but she was more focused on getting take-out and going. She could admire later. As she came inside, that goal didn’t stick since she immediately spotted the jukebox. She took a quick glance at the empty counter, before heading for it. It’d been awhile since she’d seen one. Giddiness rushed through her as she perused through the songs, deciding on one quickly. She began to slip her coins into the machine, until the noise of the kitchen door swinging open startled her. Her hands flinched and dropped the coins she’d been holding. “Shit,” she cursed, not even caring enough to correct herself as she kneeled down to pick them up. She only saw the person had come to her aid when she looked up. Surprisingly, it was a familiar face. “I’m sorry ━ Wait. Aren’t you the wolf flower boy?”