WESTLEY WES DUVAL,
THE CONFIDANTE. HONEY, this town’s really taking it’s TOLL but don’t worry, I’m all through with feeling this OLD !! when I’m down, you’re always the first on my mind. SKIPPING TOWN, let’s get out and see what we find // ( hq. )
“that’s stupid who the fuck wants to run all tired and shit.” micah made a face at wes’ words, though they weren’t exactly his. “buzzfeed is stupid, why you.. why bring that up. in my house.” he joked, “yes, daddy take it off.” micah pulled his legs underneath him as he rested his head on his seat. “i’m tired all the time but you know how i beat it? don’t sleep and then sleep for ten years.”
“it was a moment of weakness, i promise it won’t happen again.” something playful glints in his eyes at the other’s joke, and he leans forward. “alright, new plan. we both don’t sleep for the entirety of this trip, and then the moment we get back home, we sleep for a decade. together.” he props his chin up on his hand, and breaks into a smile so wide it’s nearly a laugh. “what d’you say, micah? don’t sleep with me, and then later sleep with me.”
“i hope heeding their advice, though, isn’t something you care to do on a regular basis rather than a direct result of your jetlag woes. like, unless you want to know which breakfast food you are or if you’re more of a carrie, charlotte, samantha or a miranda — steer clear,” delilah advised with a gentle wave of the spoon she’d acquired; skillfully dipping it into a bowl of gelato and lifting it towards her awaiting lips ( parted in full anticipation of the mint chip flavored treat ). “mm…go take a nap, but definitely shower first because i can smell you from here and its messing with the feng shui of my desert experience,” she teased.
“never read buzzfeed before in my life, i swear. also, i’m a total carrie.” surprisingly, he still has just enough energy to make the joke and grace it with a wink. “are you sure? because i feel like my, uh.. smell can only be elevating the flavor of your dessert. bringing it to places you never knew it could go, and all that.”
alexia decides not to think much of the way wes reacts to her. she chalks it all up to his excuse, which is really just the most convenient way out of awkwardness for her. she curls up in her end of the couch, arms wrapped around her legs and her head cocked to one side, just watching him. “are you sleep walking right now?”
it’s a bit strange, still, to always see him at a distance, in passing, or catching him off-guard like this. the lighthearted nature of the conversation helps, she’d like to think, and she does end up laughing at his admission of disappointment. “europe is the worst place to go, jet-lag wise, in my opinion.” the voice of a seasoned traveler; she looks off for a moment. “it’s weird, like if you go even further away it’s not as bad. somehow. we’ll be fine as long as we go to bed early tonight.”
wes tilts his head, thinking about it for a moment. “..that’s a very real possibility. do i look like i’m sleep walking? wait, can you question whether or not you’re sleep walking while you’re sleep walking, or is it like those times when you know you’re not dreaming because you can read the time off of clocks?” he knows he’s rambling a little, knows he’s saying too many words, but wes still feels relieved that he’s at least saying something to her. a tinge of regret hovers around him for ever getting into this kind of situation with her, where he had to be high or drunk to relax around her again.
“really? that’s weird. i mean, i get it. i guess because of timezones, the farther away you go, the.. closer you get.. to home.” he furrows his brows, thinking about that. this time he didn’t know if it was because of the tension or because of his genuine exhaustion and jet-lag. “..the earth is round,” he concludes, and leaves it at that.
rolling his eyes navarro felt his eyebrows raise questionably at the mess sprawled out “ logically endorphins make you happy and shit but wes… come on buzzfeed? i’m so dissapointed, they post quizzes like are you washing your penis wrong and which potato are you, they aren’t exactly factual. although knowing you, you probably take those kind of quizzes.but i mean you do you. i’m sure it’s nothing a nice hangover and party can’t fix, plus i’m hoping if you took your shirt off on your run we’ll have someone cute following you back here “
“wait, are you trying to say that i’m not a classic twice-baked russet potato topped with sour cream and chives? because deep down, i really do feel like that’s what i am.” he raises a brow, and then the other, attempting to keep a straight face. “i actually don’t make a habit of reading buzzfeed articles unless it’s a dire situation. like when i’m bored and there’s no one or nothing around. or when i’m severely jet-lagged and i’m desperate for any quick cure out there.”
wes pauses for a moment, thinking the offered solution over, and grins. “you know, i think you’re right. where have you been? where were you before i went for that run? you could have prevented this, i’m holding you personally responsible..”
“gross.. running. i think the only way to overcome jet-lag is stay up until it’s bedtime here. you’ll need a lot of coffee to last the day though. i’m ashamed you even read buzzfeed though, sorry excuse for entertainment they are”
“it was a last resort, i swear. i’m not usually that desperate... and actually, now that i think about it, your idea is WAY better than anything from that dumb buzzfeed article. where were you when i needed you, mom?” he stresses the last word, a joking pet name, with a wry grin.
“look, all i’m saying is–– why did we push the two beds in our room together, when she has a king-size bed in hers? who nominated this room as The Spot?”
“number three on buzzfeed’s top ten easy ways to overcome jet-lag ‘asap’ was to go for a run...” with a worn-out sigh and a grimace, he plops down onto the nearest surface and shucks off his damp shirt. “...now i’m just tired and sweaty. i can’t believe i just let buzzfeed play me like that, those evil clickbait monsters.”
she’s still sitting around in the living-room when early afternoon rolls around, catching up on whatever’s going on in the house and around town via social media and nosy texts. for as much as she wants to know though, there’s a significant lack of involvement on alexia’s end. she’s blamed it on jet-lag thus far. whatever works.
it takes the sound of approaching footsteps for her to snap out of the daze, vigorously sitting up in the couch and greeting whoever rounds the corner with a classic “i wasn’t sleeping,” which then, when she sees the state of the other person, turns into a playful accusation: “please tell me you didn’t just wake up.”
wes stops short when he hears her voice, sees her on the couch- for a split second, just long enough to look like he nearly tripped over something on the flawlessly polished floor, before clearing his throat and walking over to the couch as if nothing had happened. “does... it count as just waking up if i’m ninety percent sure i’m still asleep?”
he slumps onto the other end of the couch, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before continuing. “i, uh.... didn’t count on the jet-lag making me so... jet.. laggy.” the stupidity and awkwardness of his words hung in the air between them. jet-laggy? smooth, wes.
☾ — ·˚ » WESTLEY DUVAL is in saint tropez!! they often get mistaken as ( REECE KING ). apparently, ( HE ) is the ( CONFIDANT ) of the group. they’re a ( TWENTY TWO ) year old ( BISEXUAL CISMALE ). i hear where they’re known as ( SANGUINE ) and ( SECRETIVE ). they also make their living as a ( BARTENDER/INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS STUDENT ) but you’d have to ask them a bit more. // ira, they/she, 20, gmt+3
YO HEY so i’m Ira and this is Wes and he’s my actual son please love us, ya won’t regret it
here’s the down low on Wes, i’m gonna use bullet points because #efficiency and also it’s the Hot Thing To Do
also that gif up there is for aesthetic purposes lbr this is the real one i wanted to use
SO
Wes grew up in Amherst, Massachusetts and moved to Boston when he was about 9 and after a while he developed a very very faint Bostonian accent which he low-key hates and was probably made fun of for once he went to Uni.. it gets a little thicker when he’s upset or emotional and he hates it n the way it sounds ( he feels like it sounds v uncool )
He grew up as the eldest child of five with a single mother and as he grew older felt a lot of pressure to be ‘the man of the house’
He got his first actual job at 13 to help support his family financially and began bartending at 17 along with a few other jobs, lil boy had a fake ID and lied about his age
and now he mostly just bartends and does odd jobs here and there
and now at university he’s on a partial scholarship and the rest is paid by all the money he saved up that didn’t go to helping his family and he kinda pretends that is family is better off than it is in front of the 2 friend groups, makes it out like he bartends because he likes the atmosphere and not because he, you know, has to
tbh bartending was the perfect job for him, he totally fit the stereotype of movie bartenders.. u know the ones.. constantly polishing that one empty glass while providing support and Wise Life Advice to the bar patrons... and the glass is somehow never done being cleaned..
He’s always been really level-headed and responsible and patient and good at problem solving, he gets along with almost everyone he meets and is loyal as hell and reliable and There To Help People Get Through Stuff
He’s always there with a dumb joke or a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on for his friends
the only problem is that he never had anyone there for him, you know? he’s always been so used to giving other people advice and being That Friend that he never had anyone be that person for him SO he always pushes down his own problems and feelings and never talks about any of it with anyone else, and just does his best to always be that optimistic friend who makes things better for other people.. cause like even though he’s never really had anyone to talk to, he feels like he’d just bring people down and ruin their moods if he did
Whenever he gets upset or emotional or angry he kinda just.. shuts it off?? like, feelings? emotional vulnerability? nope, never heard of her. he h a t e s being confronted about his emotions/feelings/personal experiences, and will/has literally run the fuck away any time anyone would/has ever tried to turn the tables on him and get him to talk about what’s going on with him.
at the same time he’s low-key always wanted to be in love and Experience that sort of thing but he feels like he’s only good for friendship. he’s the guy everyone is friends with, the one who cheers people up and makes people feel better and takes care of people, but not the kind of person anyone would actually want to form a romantic relationship with. ( if we’re being honest he’s also low-key low-key ‘scared’ at the concept of loving and being loved.. he hates feeling vulnerable and open to other people bc he’s.. never done that before. he’s probably a closet romantic at heart )
^ so that in mind he usually just hooks up with people and then.. that’s it. he has a lot of one night stands to try and #fillthevoid
jshdajksd dude he does this thing at his job where if someone there is really feeling down and he doesn’t know The Right Thing to say to make things better he’ll make a really bizarre cocktail or drink in front of them and name it after them
he always smells like mint and faintly of smoke ( though the fact that he smokes is kinda his #secret, he doesn’t usually smoke in front of other people bc he thinks its a nasty habit )
he really likes dark chocolate, horror/thriller movies, and making gross fountain drink mixes at restaurants
i don’t know what else to write, i have so many headcanons for him but they’ll all probably come out in time over the course of the rp
WANTED PLOTS MAYBE:
THE ENEMY - ( from the other group ) Wes is everyone’s best friend. Wes gets along with everyone, and everyone gets along with Wes–– but for some reason, this person has always been the exception. For unknown ( or later plotted ) reasons, Wes and this Person repel each other like magnets.
THE MISTAKE – DUDE so i hc that in the past he’s always kept his friends as just friends and never wanted to hook up with one of his friends because it would have been awkward but maybe one night when he was kinda drunk and lonely he hooked up with someone from one of the groups and maybe they had a Moment or whatever and now it’s kinda awkward but he wants to pretend like it never happened
THE ‘BEST’ FRIEND – ( his group ) this person would be like.. probably his ‘gateway’ into the friend group(s), and they used to be super super close and best friends and they did so much #stuff together but there’s some tension because it’s like he’s everyone’s ‘best friend’ and so they’re not as super close as they used to be and idk we can plot out specifics !!
