closed starter for @trismp4 ❝if we get caught, i definitely think we should ruuuuun for it!❞ he informs tristan, backpack filled with different colored cans of spray paint, alcohol and drugs, both of them high and drunk of their asses, walking towards some abandoned billboard tristan claims to know all about, nearing one am, like a pair of damn degenerates. of course it would be tristan’s idea to vandalize a billboard by spray painting it at these ungodly hours, and of course, wesley is quick to agree, his dumb ass mind thinking it’s the best idea anyone could have ever thought of since the hangover movies ( he’s completely serious about those movies too, they're a work of art in his eyes ). they’re by some grass field filled with daises and random flowers, some very much dead, some very much alive, all to get to this said billboard. the moon hides behind the trees they encounter along the path, the most aesthetic passage way, while they’re about to do the most chaotic thing on such a peaceful landscape… figures. ❝this is the best idea you’ve ever had, you’re such a genius, hold on, stop!❞ he jumps in front of him, and it almost seems like he’s about to give the other some life changing, altering news. instead, he reaches for the bottle from his backpack and giggles, already clearly out of it, but willing to go even more far out. ❝my alcohol’s poppin', my alcohol’s cool, all the boys keep jocking, they chase me after schoooool!❞ his own remix of lip gloss by lil mama, followed by a mini dance and him taking a long swig, accidentally spilling some on his shirt in the process. ❝woops.❞ he wipes at the corner of his mouth, handing him the bottle. ❝okay, hurry up, why did you stop?!❞ as if he wasn’t the one to literally jump in front of him and start singing like a maniac. ❝i can’t wait to get up there so the wholeeee world can see my art,❞ more like the randos living in the shitty apartment buildings about two blocks away, but okay wesley, ❝i’ll draw a cloud, a string of emoji’s, no, no! a yin yang sign, because i’m the most peaceful man on the planet.❞ definitely not the meaning of a yin yang and he couldn’t be more far off, but it’s the drunken effort that counts. ❝what about you, what are you gonna spray paint? should i be worried?❞ realistically speaking, the last thing wesley should be worried about is what tristan is going to draw. he should be concerned over how risky this is, and what a terrible outcome this could bring them, but is he thinking about that? no. does he particularly care or is he even remotely afraid? also no.
