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Wesley Kearney | 37 | Haverford Criminal Defense Attorney { Dog walker } « I don't have any craving to be understood. »

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“She was right about one thing,” Harlow came up to the male with a cigarette between her lips that she pulled out to speak, letting the smoke lift from her lips. “It’s fucking ugly.” A twinge formed in the pit of her stomach even though she had no intention of insulting the dog. A pause was given and her fingers flicked towards Wes. “I didn’t mean the dog, I meant you.” Grin rose as she eyed the male. “Amongst various other colorful insults that I probably shouldn’t even waste my fucking breath on.” There was nothing she could respect when it came to Wes. He defended the scum she’d worked hard on putting away just for a payday, and that along, left a bitter taste at the back of her throat.

“Attack,” he spoke into the dog’s ear, deep blue cut up to her face. “She’s one of the bad guys.” Wes chuckled as he put his feet under him, the dog growling lowly, which he assumed was due to the cigarette but had a comment for Harlow anyway. “Look at that, dogs can sense evil.” His feet carried him a couple steps closer to the blonde, a woman he couldn’t stand on principle, someone that was a hypocrite. Hadn’t she been kicked off the force? “Aww, your insults haven’t moved past grade school. That’s a bit sad, Harlow, for you. Now wonder you couldn’t cut it with the boys in blue.” Eyes scanning her over, his head shook a little side to side. “You’re looking rough. Been up all night harassing the innocent until proven guilty?”

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Brooke had been a dog person for as long as she could remember. Ever since her childhood golden retriever had passed away due to age, she’d been wanting to get another one of her own. No matter what breed, they always managed to catch her attention— and it was even harder to look away once she heard the older woman screaming at both the animal and the walker. Normally, she wouldn’t care enough to want to intervene. She was the type of person to keep to herself, to mind her own business. However, as she caught on to some of the angry words regarding the bulldog, a part of Brooke couldn’t help but to feel personally attacked. “She’s ridiculous,” She shook her head, green hues focused on the female’s back as she stormed off. “She clearly needs to set her priorities straight if she thinks your dog, out of everything, is what’s bringing danger to this town.” 

“He’s not mine, belongs to a neighbor but yeah—nice to come across someone with an open mind.” A chuckle released from his throat as he found his feet under him, “Right? She’s acting as though there have been a slew of dog attacks in the area. She’s clearly had some sort of bad experience, she doesn’t need to project it on myself or this big guy though.” His hand reached down to the tall dog’s head and rubbed his fingers at the back of his head. “You out here walking by yourself or what?”

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“I’m not pining after him and neither do I want to sleep with him again, he’s just a lesson learned. I guess in a way I just miss my old life before I moved here.” Presley cracked her knuckles, “and I suppose you telling me straight up is better than me being the idiot on messaging a mistake.”

“If not the guy, then what is it exactly you’re missing?” came his question, unsure if it was curiosity or concern. Presley was too young to be in this sort of jam in her life, at least that was Wes’s opinion. “Old life, new life—whatever,” thick shoulders shrugged, “You can make anything you want of yourself at anytime. Glad you made the choice not to be an idiot. There’s better mistakes you could be making.”

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Eden shook her head when the woman walked away. Her own German shepherd was on the leash and the brunette could only curse at the fact that she hadn’t walked a little faster. In which case, she would have been able to meet the woman and give her a piece of my mind. “I hate people,” she groaned out in frustration as she glanced down at the dog and ruffled his ears. “They think they know everything about dogs but when you ask them about their own, they either have none or they own the smallest fucking mutt that you could practically kill with one mistaken step.”

A chuckle fell forth, accompanied by a small shake of his head, silently agreeing with the woman and the ridiculousness of people. “Nice dog ya got there,” Wes stated, “he or she friendly?” Appearances so far had told him yes, he simply knew better than to reach out to a protection dog on a leash without permission to do so. “You’re right though. That old bat likely has cats or teacups, that would get their asses kicked by the cats. Nice to come across someone with a head on their shoulders though.” Once he was on his feet, he extended a hand, “I’m Wes.”

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Devyn was seated outside of a cafe when she heard the altercation between the male and the woman. Snide remarks flew each and every way, making for fun drama. So much that she’d long forgotten the conversation she’d been having with a coworker of hers. The woman, rightfully so, had decided she should tuck her tail between her legs and rush off. The brunette cleared her throat in order to make her presence known as to congratulate the victor. “That was quite a debate,” the brunette purred as she eyed both the male and the dog before her. “I think it’s only right that you have a drink with me and we get the dog something to lift it’s spirits. You both deserve it.” Her hand extended towards the seat adjacent her.

Wes looked up at the brunette—she was radiant, but in a dark way. He wasn’t sure he could explain it if asked, but he wouldn’t describe it as ethereal. It was more otherworldly, like a dark star; light and dark coming together in a way that you probably wouldn’t have imagined unless it was before your eyes. Of course, he could simply reduce the statement to saying she was a hot piece of ass. She had a steady look in her eyes, one that pulled him upright to his feet and had him missing most of what she’d actually said to him. The extension of her hand filled in all the blanks and his feet pushed him forward to go ahead and take the seat. “As long as you don’t give him anything that’ll get him too worked up, sounds good to me. You and I, on the other hand, I’m hoping you have something more than coffee in mind when it comes to that drink.”

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Finnley sat in a park bench, enjoying the sunlight he barely ever got at home and tried to finish reading this one book he’d been struggling with for over a couple weeks by now, but he kept getting distracted with everything surrounding him. Kids running from left to right, the occasional crying baby, nagging mothers, squirrels, small dogs, medium dogs, loud dogs and just recently, an argument he’d caught almost from the very start, and could not believe how a woman could be so damn narrow-minded when it came to dogs. When she finally left, Finn almost let a laugh escape at the way she’d walked away from the man and his dog. “A vicious little creature you have there, huh?” Finn couldn’t stop himself from making a comment. 

“Better watch out,” he chuckled, getting to his feet, “you might drown if I let this guy at ya.” Wes shook out the whole exchange, there could have been a vast array of reasons for her verbal attack on the dog and himself. None of which he wanted to hold onto or care about any minute longer than needed. “Least I got you as a witness though yeah? On the off chance that bat goes and calls the cops.” Nothing happened that would be cause for him to be in any trouble, and Wesley’s name was too well known within law enforcement from here to Boston and quite possibly beyond that no real attempts would be made. He was sure of that. Gesturing at the book, “Whatcha reading there?”

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Jade was trying her best to stay out of the argument going on in front of her between a dog owner and a passerby. While the blonde wasn’t one for big dogs, she also wasn’t seeing the dog’s ‘vicious behavior’ as the woman had put it. He was attacking his owner all right, but with kisses. Not teeth. “I think she just wanted to pick a fight,” she stated calmly in response to the man when the woman finally walked away.

“Maybe you’re right,” came his reply, giving that a bit of thought then shaking his head. “I was thinking she’d had some sort of bad experience. She seemed a little more passionate than people simply afraid of a breed that has a bad rep.” A moment later Wes was back on his feet and adjusting the leash in his hand. “You have dogs yourself?”

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Harley had never feared many dogs, mostly because she’d been surrounded by various of them before. Her father, when she was a young child, had two rottweillers who guarded the junk yard had night. While they did their job, they could often be found asleep on the ground with the petite child who held no regard about her weight when she laid on them. At the sound of the interaction between the male that she knew and the woman, Harley paused and listened with a grin on etched on her face. “Well, well,” she laughed, stepping up to make her presence known. “That was kind of hot.” Her voice echoed, rubbing the dog that was on the leash. “Oh, don’t worry — I’m not talking about you but the dog,” she teased playfully. “Impressive, nonetheless. I swear, some people need to get educated about dogs.”

“You think the dog is hot? Jesus fuck, Harley. I’m not defending you against beastiality charges,” came his teasing reply, accompanied by a bit of a chuckle. The comment she made regarding people needing education about dogs had him nodding his head in full agreement. “Look at this big guy. He’s a sweetheart,” Wes encouraged, rubbing the dog’s head before moving to get up onto his feet again. “It’s a thing though isn’t it? People judge everything based on how it looks, seems the most common thing in human nature. There’s dangerous dogs and I’m understanding for being cautious,” he paused to lift up the leash a little, “He isn’t going nowhere though. He’s within rights and nothing bad is happening.” Wes didn’t like when people reacted without giving some thought to whatever matter. Shifting the leash from one hand to the next, “What are you doing out here? Not stalking me are you?”

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She wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. She could care less if some dude was getting yelled at by an old lady, it was none of her business. However, the lady was yelling at the dog, and that was something she was all too familiar with. “I have really big dogs, too.” She said when the lady stormed off, “my next door neighbour yells at them at least three times a week. It pisses me off beyond your wildest dreams.” 

“I have some fairly wild dreams so that’s something,” Wes commented as she shifted his feet under him to stand. “What kind of dogs do you have? You tell your neighbor to fuck off, right?” Technically her neighbor could file a noise complaint, though Wes had an idea that her dogs likely didn’t bark that much for that. “This guy isn’t mine, though. Just walking the fella.”

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“I ca–”  Gagging as if she were about to retch right then and there, Val slammed her hand on the nearest table and gripped its edge. The smell.  “You’ve just ruined tacos for me. And I’m Mexican, so thanks for that,”  she scoffed.  “I’m gonna need some air after that, too, now.”  Val turned away from her spectator, beelining for the door to the outside. To safety.

“I think you’re safe. Those aren’t real Mexican tacos here,” came his reply, brows coming together at her over-the-top reaction. Turning on his heel, not purposefully following her out, Wes had mentioned his need first, he walked out. “Nice deep breaths,” he commented as he passed behind her and headed around the corner of the building.

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He wasn’t an intimidating man, she didn’t think. Though she could’ve been wrong; she thought pretty much everyone was good before they proved otherwise. At least, he didn’t look it. Libby was simply happy that she wasn’t letting down the people who had left her - stupidly - in charge. “There are people currently in my library who are holding an event to raise money for the children’s hospital.” She spoke after taking a short breath. “There’s uhm.. there are food, and drinks, music– good company. All I-I’m asking is if you’d like to come and see what it’s about. You don’t have to buy anything, or.. you know.. socialise, but.. it’s for a good cause.” She smiled at him, sweetly.

“For the children’s hospital huh,” came his rhetorical reply, hand lifting to rub at his chin giving show for thought and consideration. “You seem a little on the shy side to be the person put out here to draw the people in,” Wes observed aloud. “I can give some time and money for the kids. You walking me in or am I left to find my own way?” It was an attempt at some humor, trying to ease some of the anxiety he assumed from her actions and speech that she was feeling. “And who says no to free food?”

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Presley breathed through her nose, slightly offended he called her desperate and pathetic even if her actions pointed towards the action. Leaning against the table as she watched her phone that was closer towards him than her, her mouth dropped open and closed quickly. “Wow thanks, here I thought we were friends here.” Presley knew that he was saving her from the drama from unfolding from one tiny action. “Okay I am an idiot, what was I thinking.”

“And as your friend I’d wish you would recognize the save here. Would you rather some blunt honesty, someone to call you on your shit when you’re doing something dumb, or to sit and cry with you when the mistake’s been made?” came his counter to her remark. He then added, “Guess which friend I am?” He smirked and leaned forward a little, “How long’s it been? He have a nine inch cock or something— why are you still pining?”

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Wes was deep in the assault of a middle-aged stay at home mom’s rant over how dangerous the bulldog was that he currently had safely on leash. She was going on and on about how vicious the animal was and how he shouldn’t be walking him in the area. Trying not to lose his cool and tell the woman to fuck off, he crouched down with the sweet dog rushing to lick him all over the face. “Sorry, ma’am, just really hard to hear you on account of this mean ass dog trying to kill me and go for the jugular,” came his smooth reply, not so much as a harsh look up at her. “Better keep your kids away, wouldn’t want them to get soaked,” Wes went on to warn sarcastically. When she huffed and puffed some more, not appreciating being mocked, and threatened calling the police, he shook his head. “Go on then. Pull out the iPhone and give them a ring. I’m only one of the top attorney’s on the east coast.” Finally that was enough to get her to walk storm off. Looking up, he shook his head again, “Some fucking people.”

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“Here.” Peter set two cups of coffee down on the table before reclaiming his seat, eyeing the other person seated across from him. He then nudged their coffee further into their direction, hoping they would just accept it. It was hard to say how bad their hangover was simply because he never had one. He didn’t drink much but he remembered reading somewhere that coffee could help ease the pain down. He wasn’t a hundred percent certain on that but it was worth the try. “You should have seen this coming. What could you possibly be looking for at the bottom of every glass you had last night?”

“Well, I’m certain I was looking for the bottom so that I could fill it all up again. What else?” There hadn’t been a long hesitation before he took the coffee and inspected it, pulling the lid off to get a whiff of the hot drink. “Haven’t you heard of hair of the dog?” came his question moments before going ahead with a drink of the coffee. “Anyway, you trying to say I look bad today or what? I’m actually not wearing a t-shirt, I think I look pretty damn good.”

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