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@wesleynovak
@kyler--weston​
“Are you drunk yet?” Wesley asked Kyler. If there was anything he knew about the guy, he knew he enjoyed getting drunk. He nodded his head toward the dance floor and let out a soft chuckle. “I saw you dancing earlier. I hope you were drunk because your dance moves sucked,” he joked, shaking his head. The idea of actually dancing here made him want to scream. He would never be out there like that. “You couldn’t pay me to hit the dancefloor.”
@callumsalazar​
The minute the drink had been spilled on Wesley, anger had been boiling up inside of him. And he always had trouble hiding that sort of thing. He was a phoenix after all. His entire personality was fiery. He made his way into the bathroom and started cleaning off his tie with a bundle of paper towels. He looked up as the door opened, shaking his head at the new presence in the room. “Did you see the asshole who spilled this on me?” He questioned, annoyance completely evident in his voice.
@lohastings​
I’ll let you pick a potion for me,” Wesley mumbled out as he stared over at Logan with a shrug of his shoulders. Was he nervous? Slightly, but he trusted her not to lead him too far astray. “Nothing too crazy. I can fire you, you know?” He joked, letting out a soft chuckle. His eyes glanced nervously around the party before falling back on her, nervousness evident in his gaze. “So, what’s it going to be?”
@miranadiaz​
Every part of him hated events like this. Everything about it was just so against every facet of his personality. But Wesley had to admit, he was kind of having fun. Being able to work the room and talk to certain people wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be. He let out a slight laugh as he pulled off his suit jacket and draped his over his shoulder before looking over to Mira, who was standing next to him for some advice. “Hey,” he muttered out, trying to grab her attention. “Is my tie crooked?” He asked, reaching up to fiddle with it a bit. “Seriously. Do I look like a slob?”
@leonardoxhastings​
“Is that glitter?” Wesley questioned, squinting as he looked over at Leo. He sighed as he used his free hand to reach up and adjust his tie. They were definitely dressed differently, but it went along with their different personalities. “I never took you for a glitter guy,” he teased, shaking his head. He brought his glass up to his lips and took in a sip before leaning back against the bar. “Have you taken any potions yet or what?” He asked with a shrug. The truth potion was still currently roaring through his veins, so he was curious if Leo was in a similar boat.
@emprince​
A deep sigh left his lips as Wesley’s eyes glanced around the room. He was looking for Emily. The one person he truly felt comfortable with here. He ran his hands over his face, gently sippin’ on the glass of wine in his hand. Not his usual choice. But his entire presence here was out of the ordinary for him. He expelled a sigh of relief as he finally caught a glimpse of her, taking the time to stumble over toward her. “Hey,” he greeted with a nod of his head. “Are you having fun?”
@nadia--long​
Nadia - Wesley was always a brutally honest person, or at least he thought he was. However, this truth potion had kicked in and he was a lot worse than he had ever been. He sighed as he parked himself over at the fully stocked bar and glanced over at the person next to him. “Your shoes don’t really go well with the rest of your outfit,” he mumbled out, before immediately shaking his head. He was never the type to ever care about fashion or what someone was wearing, but he’d felt compelled to speak up about it. “I’m not sorry I said that. I’m only sorry I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.” Yeah. Truth potions sucked.
hayeslily​:
Despite the skeptical way she eyed him as he picked up the stick, Lily shuffled around to the other side of the table, watching as Wesley began to set up. “I want someone to beat, yeah,” she corrected, taking another quick sip from her drink, before setting it down on the table beside her. Despite herself, she couldn’t help the slight upturn threatening the corners of her lips. “I’m okay,” she shrugged, obviously downplaying. She and Scott tended to spend plenty of time in bars, and Lily enjoyed a drink as much as the next person, but she wasn’t a fan of simply sitting around and drinking; she’d had plenty of time to practice. “How are you at pool?” she questioned, glancing toward Wesley as she leaned over to take the first shot. She immediately sank two stripes into two separate pockets, smirk settling onto her lips as she straightened up. “Like I said, I’m okay.”
Wesley didn’t expect her to greet her with open arms or anything, so he wasn’t all that taken aback by the obvious skepticism in her voice. He knew she was good at pool though. Scott had mentioned it a few times over the course of their friendship, so the way she played coy brought a small smirk to his face. There was a first time for everything. And him smiling around Lily was definitely a first. “I’m not bad,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. His eyes followed her as she took her first shot. Scott had been telling the truth. She was good. He raised an eyebrow before raising is stick and taking his turn, immediately scowling once he failed to knock down any ball. “Fuck,” he mumbled out with a sigh. “So, I suck at pool,” he shrugged. “It’ll be an easy win for you.”
📲 TEXTS ( EMSLEY. )
EMILY: what if i got a cat?
WESLEY: what if we didn't?
hayeslily​:
Lily knew exactly where she was, she knew whose bar this was, but just like usual, she paid a total of zero attention to Wesley, the same way he did her. That was kind of how they worked. It was natural for her gaze to flicker toward him every now and then, mostly because he was a familiar face, but that was as far as their interactions had gone tonight, so when she saw him approaching from the corner of her eye, she prepared herself for something snarky. She’d probably been taking over the table when other people wanted it or something, and she was sure Wesley would not hesitate to move her along. Her brow inched higher as he spoke, though. “You want to play pool with me?” she asked in a blank tone. Regardless, she pushed herself up from her slouched back position against the table, motioning toward the stick the last person had left propped up beside her. “Don’t you have a bar to not tend?”
Lily was pretty low on the list of people Wesley enjoyed spending time with. Honestly, for the entirety of her marriage to his friend, he mostly just avoided her. They didn’t mesh well together. In all honesty, she drove him crazy. But here she was, holding a pool stick all alone in his bar. And he felt bad. After all, she was getting a divorce from his friend. Her life was clearly some semblance of a mess and he felt oddly compelled to step in and be there for her. As much as he was capable anyway. “Yeah,” he offered up with a simple shrug. His face folded into a frown as he reached for the other pool stick, looking up at her as she sighed. “Do you want someone to play against or not?” He retorted, rolling his eyes. He walked over and got everything set up, before nodding for her to take the first shot. “If I recall correctly, you’re pretty good at pool, right?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. “Show me how it’s done.”
Asher had always been one of those people who threw himself into his work. Add in the fact that he typically kept his distance from those around him, it made it easier for him to be able to make an excuse just to focus on work. Although, he usually told himself that if he spent all that time away from people, he would have to spend some time out in public. Today was city in the park, his drawing book sitting on his lap as he worked on some illustrations of his own. As a shadow cast over his notebook, he looked up to see someone standing near him. “Um, is there something I can help you with?” He asked, trying to keep a friendly tone to his voice.Â
@darkesthourstarters​
It was safe to say that Wesley was sort of out of touch when it came to his daughter sometimes. But taking a teenager to the park was probably the prime example. She was way too old for this and didn’t want people to see her in public with her dad anyway, so it didn’t take long before she’d disappeared and abandoned him to go text her friends. He reached for his own phone before holding it up to find a good signal to text her mother. “What?” he scoffed off in reply to the guy grabbing his attention. “Just looking for a spot with good service, man,” he replied, shaking his head. “It’s a public park. I can stand anywhere I want.”
It wasn’t intentional, the fact that Lily found herself still frequenting the same spots she and Scott would hang out at. She’d been with him since she’d moved to the city, though, so those places were just kind of routine for her at this point, hence winding up spending a casual Saturday night at Lone Light—this time without Scott. Fortunately, he hadn’t shown up at any point (or, if he had, he’d walked in, seen her and left), so Lily contentedly drank and took over one of the bar’s pool tables, playing against anyone who felt like joining her. She didn’t even catch the last guy’s name, but he played best of three with her, before deciding he was done for the night. Lily, on the other hand, was really just getting started, so only rolled her eyes in response to his departure, before leaning back against the table with the stick steadying her (she wasn’t drunk, just…fish out of water things). Sipping slowly on her gin, she caught the eye of the next random person to pass by. “Want a game?” she offered, though he dismissed her, leaving Lily to heave a sigh and scan the room for a new opponent. She wasn’t ready to go back home yet; spending time with her thoughts was way too tedious.
@wesleynovak​
Wesley wasn’t the type to greet customers as they walked in through the front door. Honestly, he usually just hid and chilled until they dispersed and got what they needed. Fortunately, he had other bartenders working that could handle the one-on-one camaraderie with the patrons of his bar. He did, however, clock whenever one of them entered. And he immediately saw Lily when she’d entered, and he’d kept his eyes on her for most of the night. She was never one of his favorite people, but he knew she was going through a hard time, so he was going to lay off his usual grumpiness toward her. As much as he could anyway. He watched as she finished off a game of pool and offered up another one to a guy passing her by when he decline, Wesley watched as her face dropped, immediately feeling kind of badly for her. He took a step from behind the bar and made his way over to her and sighed, stuffing his hands into his pocket. “Can I play?” He offered up with a nod of his head.
ilana--reed​:
“Uh, don’t worry about it. Your doctor would have told you about it if it was a big concern.” She shrugged. It really wasn’t a huge deal, but if he was looking for simple fruits she was glad she had steered him away from starfruit. “It’s not in season, but the magic of the world is that we still get some from places that are warm enough to grow it! It’s over on that shelf there I think.” She pointed to the refrigerated section of the produce. “Is your daughter a big fan of fruit? Or did you just mean shopping in general?”
“Just shopping in general,” Wesley replied with a sigh. It was true, he was barely a full functioning adult without Caroline there to help take care of him. She was just a teenager, but she was a lot more grown up than he was sometimes. “She’s a kid, but she’s like incredibly smart. I can be sort of clueless sometimes,” he admitted, before shaking his head. “Why do you know so much about fruit? Or do all adults know this and I’m just an idiot?”
LOCATION: a diner somewhere STATUS: open to all. ( @darkesthourstarters​ )
He was sat in a corner with enough breakfasts to feed three people in front of him, a pot of coffee fresh beside his mug. Eyes flickering between the documents he was scanning on an iPad and the newspaper in front of him, he was too busy looking at anywhere but where his hands were going as he knocked his still full coffee cup flying. “Oh, shit!” he snapped, lifting the iPad but not saving his paper from being destroyed. “Fuck… excuse me.” he turned to the neartest table, “Could I steal some napkins? I’m not in the mood to go change.”
Wesley frowned as his daughter ignored him to keep texting her friends as he tried to get her attention to pick something from the menu. Maybe it was the diner of it all, but Caroline could not have been less interested in spending time with her dad. He looked up as the guy next to them grabbed his attention, nodding his head as he started passing him some of their napkins. “Yeah, man. Sure,” he agreed, making sure to give him handfuls. His thirteen-year-old daughter’s interest was piqued now that there was an objectively handsome guy talking to them. “Do you need anymore help?”
ilana--reed​:
She laughed, watching him replace the fruit. “They’re quite good, but high in oxalates, which can be pretty bad for the kidneys if you have a history of kidney stones. Plus they have a unique flavor so they’re not really for everyone.” She looked at him appraisingly. “If we’re going fruit, I think you can’t go wrong with citrus. Maybe some tangerines? I’m also fond of an apple here and there. Not so big on peaches, the fuzzy skin stresses me out.”
Wesley was a pretty simple guy. Even when it came to something as simple as picking out which fruit he wanted to buy. “High in what?” He questioned with a confused look. Not that he wanted to come off as a dumb jock, but sometimes, he definitely was one. “What about watermelon? Is that in season right now?” He questioned, staring around the store. “This is why I usually bring my daughter with me for things like this.”
hollyelise​:
Holly and Wesley may not have particularly gotten along with one another, but as quickly as the idea to get up and move entered her mind, it just as soon left. They were adults, they didn’t need to avoid each other, even if Holly’s first instinct when it came to some of Scott’s friends was to remove herself from the situation. It surprised her to hear him actually acknowledge her, though, and while her gaze had fallen back toward her drink, she lifted it again to eye Wesley curiously. “Hi,” she greeted in return, brows tugging together slightly. “Why wouldn’t it be? Bars have gin,” Holly shrugged, motioning to her glass. She didn’t necessarily mean to be cold with him, but it wasn’t like they’d ever had many friendly interactions before, so she was sure this one would fade out quickly, too. Still, Holly continued quietly. “Are you…checking out the competition or something? I thought you owned your own bar.”
Holly always managed to annoy Wesley. The idea of being stuck sitting next to her at the bar usually would have driven him nuts, but he was willing to ignore his instinct to get up and leave. He followed her gesture toward her drink and shrugged. “Checking out the competition?” He echoed, shaking his head. To be fair, it was a good question. He did own his own bar, so it was kind of odd that he’d stepped out of his comfort zone and popped over to this one. “People know I’m the owner over there and they try to talk to me. I’m not in the mood for that tonight. Just wanted some bourbon,” he shrugged again before taking in another sip of his drink. “There’s gin at my bar too. I’ve never seen you there.”
