i'm down in tribeca

some sketchy bar in the city 

dec 2020

It was ridiculous that he wasn’t allowed to smoke inside, getting told by a bartender to put his cigarette out. If he wasn’t smoking, then he needed a drink instead. Having to tell his sister that he was her brother took a lot out of him in the sense that he just needed a distraction. Sitting at the bar, Wes turned towards the nearest patron. “Never got from this place before. What’s their best drink?” 

ROWAN.

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His last name probably wouldn’t make much of a difference, as Rowan is sure the name Wesley doesn’t ring any bells. “Maybe not, but it’d make me feel a little better to know who’s approaching me in the parking lot like some kinda stalker,” she points out, with a shrug of her shoulders. Not that it would matter if he ended up being one of Tyson’s goons, surely there to shove her in the back of a utility van and take her to some warehouse across the city. A brow raises when he talks about siblings, having always thought that it was only her and Reina out there. “I asked him about my mother once and he threatened to put me through a wall, so no, it never came up.” She admits, giving probably a little too much information, but the words slip out before she can stop them. “You tryin’ to tell me you’re my brother?” The skepticism is clear in both her voice and on her features. 

Maybe they should’ve done this sitting down at a restaurant or something but that seemed like a ton of work when they could just rip the bandaid off now. “I’m not a stalker, I swear.” Doing this was unconventional and who the hell would know if she’d believe him? He could feel his blood pressure rising when she mentioned her father. He would’ve loved to put that man through a wall if that’s how he treated his sister. Not that their mother was much better than that, though she never physically threatened him. He gave her a nod, “I guess so, yeah. Sorry there’s not some big song and dance with it. I just had to find you.” Ever since their mother mentioned having another kid, he was determined to find her, no matter how many years it took. “I know this sounds nuts but I swear, I’m not makin’ this shit up just for the hell of it. Should we sit down somewhere?” 

ROWAN.

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Stranger Danger was something her sister had drilled into her head when she was three years old, and for some reason that phrase is what comes back to her mind when someone approaches her in the parking lot of the hospital. Admittedly, her first thought is her estranged husband and she jumps practically a foot in the air and backward at the sound of her name, hand instinctively shooting into her purse and around the handle of a gun, though she doesn’t pull it out even after realizing it isn’t Tyson. The mention of her father does nothing to help her uneasiness. “You got a last name Wes?” She asks, eyeing the man cautiously. “And a little more insight as to why my father might’ve mentioned you.”

He probably should’ve approached this in another way. Who the hell just goes up to their sister and just mentions that they’re her sibling? Him apparently. “Not sure if my last name would make much of a difference,” He admitted, unsure of her dad would’ve ever mentioned her mother. “Just wondering if he did. He mention anything about siblings?” He hoped her dad did just so he wouldn’t have to explain everything, “On your mom’s side, I mean.” 

Whatever hospital Ro works at

December 2020

Wes had been loitering for hours at this point. Every single woman that came out of that hospital with scrubs on caught his attention. But none of them were her. He had a picture of her in his hand, one he got from the PI he hired to track his sister down. He probably looked at the picture a hundred times at this point. Finally, he saw enter the parking lot and immediately ran up to her. “You Rowan?” He hoped he didn’t sound too creepy, “‘M not sure if your dad ever mentioned me or what. I’m Wes.”