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( kedar williams stirling, cis male, he/him/his ) oh snap ! is that WESLEY DAVIS ? they work over at high volume where some of the other employees have labeled them as THE ZEALOUS. that’s probably because they can be a bit ( passionate ) but also pretty ( overbearing. ) they’re 25 and they’ve been living in woodstock for THEIR WHOLE LIFE. it must be their shift because i totally hear OASIS blasting from the record store. ( burning your tongue from too impatiently sipping your coffee, always having to have the last word, never taking no for an answer, post-it notes covering every surface of your apartment, and pen ink smudged on your hand from frenzied writing ) @volumeupdates

#volumeintro #oh to be intro posting

SLOANE.

she’s caught by surprise at his question, which is usually a more difficult state to find her in. she nods once. “very straightforward.” sloane notes, raising a brow. of course, it’s the million dollar question. there must have been a moment, months ago now, when she could have left with an easy conscience. it doesn’t seem like a possibility anymore. “i’m not sure,” she finally says, surprisingly candid even if wes doesn’t deserve it. she thinks he’d dislike this answer anyhow, which, in the grand scheme of things, is more important anyway. “can’t i just like it here?” she rolls her eyes, but it’s yet another honest answer from sloane— or it used to be, at least. now there’s colluding against people she hadn’t really known, a prison break she still doesn’t understand, a death on her well-intentioned hands; if james is the string tying her there, there must be a pair of hands trying to cut it. that’s the only way to explain all her bad luck. she focuses her gaze back to wes, mouth quirked up in a curious smile. “or is that concept too outlandish for you?”

as he expected, he finds sloane’s answer to be evasive. whether or not she’s being honest isn’t really his concern. he was only hoping perhaps a real conversation would have helped the shift fly by faster, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. he shakes his head at her answers. whatever her decision to stay in woodstock may be, the only concept he can’t understand is why she has a problem with him around. “it’s not an utterly outlandish concept. i swore i’d never be back and yet,” wes gestures around the store, his lips pressed into a thin line. he’s not all that surprised by his own candor. he just doesn’t have the energy to hold all of his cards to his chest, even with people he’s isn’t too fond of. “what i find outlandish is your obvious disapproval of my being here. do you not think this town could use a little governmental succor? it’s the only way anything is going to get done around here.”

#ft. sloane #* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.

JAMIE.

@weslvys // high volume

he isn’t sure if wes has made it his life’s mission to annoy the crap out of jamie at every second, but if so, he’s got to applaud the guy for doing an absolutely stellar job. he’s never met anyone else he disagrees so wholeheartedly with on just about everything– ever since high school, he and wes have been exact opposites. jamie isn’t sure what wes is even doing at high volume (despite knowing nothing about wes’ financial background, jamie assumes he doesn’t really need the job), but whenever he talks about it, jamie gets the feeling he’s just looking at them like they’re some sort of sideshow. and that never fails to piss him off.

“christ sake, not oasis again,” jamie groans as wes’ music selection comes on over the loudspeakers. “dude, if i have to hear wonderwall one more time, i swear…”

there are many people he’s taken point to annoy, but jamie seems to be the permanent number one on his list. he swears it hasn’t always been on purpose. they’ve just never gotten along. especially in high school when wesley was prone to throwing him under the bus at any given moment – even if the other hadn’t been doing anything. from what he little he’s chosen to remember of jamie, it’s always been a two way street. neither of them have ever been fond of each other and that was a light way of putting it. his hope of going the rest of their shift without speaking to each other disappears as soon as jamie drones on about his distaste for oasis playing over the loudspeakers. “sorry, i don’t take music advice from people who listen to system of a down,” wes answers, not bothering to look up from his busy task of sorting through records. “you swear what exactly? you still have the disreputable goal of ending up in jail?”

#ur gonna be the one that saves me <3 #* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. jamie

NISA.

nisa doesn’t take trivia night too seriously; she’s there for the cheap drinks and socialization. but, much to her surprise, she doesn’t have to try too hard to be good. she’s well read and well traveled enough that memories of her experiences alone are enough to give her a leg up on most of the other patrons at the wild rover. she and sloane have joked that if either of them gave a shit about sports, no one else would stand a chance. still, the outcome means next to nothing to her, acting merely as context for conversation with other competitors, the most interesting of those coming from her sworn rival and newest coworker. a grin pulls at her lips as she hears his voice, she doesn’t bother trying to hide it before she turns to face him. “you would? so, it turns out you like seeing me on top?” though she replies like she’s taken his words at face value, her tone’s just as teasing as his. “don’t worry, i won’t tell your partner you’re cheering for the enemy.” she mimes zipping her lips.

wes mirrors nisa’s grin. with the majority of his new coworkers either disliking him or vice versa, there seems to be an easiness with nisa. she reminds him of the type of people he came across in chicago and the bantering is a nice change of pace, especially since she's prone to playing along. “i would never assume your preferred position.” he raises his arms in playful defense. when the bartender slides him his drink he’s quick to grab the glass and take a sip, then cranes his head to observe his partner for a moment. his partner is more of a placeholder than anything. given his obsession with absorbing any information he can find several of topics, regardless of his interest level, wesley is more than capable of handling trivia night on his own. but, having someone else at his table is good for moral support. wes diverts his gaze back to the other. "he’s just here to find a cute girl. if you think he cares about trivia, you would be making an erroneous assumption.” he raises his brows. “know of any?”

#* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. nisa

MARTY.

🎸

there’s a moment, one single moment, when marty’s thoughts escapes towards everything that grows louder and louder in the back of their mind, reminding them of many things they wish not to hear of again — and then, it’s wesley’s voice they hear, coming as a sweet release and distraction. “hey, frat boy,” marty says as they turn around, “you look extra… fratty today.” marty puts her index on her chin, tapping it as if she’s in deep, deep though, looking at him up and down. “i can’t quite put my finger on why it is, though…” just as soon as she started the dramatics, she drops it. “oh, this one?” marty takes the butterfly knife, holding it up. “looks cool, right? i’ve always wanted to learn those neat little tricks so i got myself one.” marty holds it out to him, if he wants to take a closer look. “it won’t bite, i swear. kinda the smartest decision i’ve made lately, buyin’ this, especially with how things played out at the party you did not attend. colour me surprised. what would your frat brothers say about that, huh?”

“it’s the popped collar,” he plays along. “i’m trying something new.” wes opens his empty locker to place his wallet and keys inside, then turns back to marty. when they hold out their butterfly knife, wes leans in closer to examine it and gives them an affirming nod. “what are you going to do? cut someone into pieces?” he asks, letting out a laugh then just as quickly, contorts his face into one of false emotion. “they would be extremely disappointed,” he says with the shake of his head and an exaggerated, sullen sigh. “don’t inform them. i don’t think you want thirty more frat boys showing up to help rectify the fact i didn’t attend one party.” closing the door to his locker and leaning up against it, his arms cross over his chest. truth be told, a night on the river at a party branded as a ‘hoedown throwdown’ hadn’t seemed like a good time in his book anyway. “so what exactly happened? if you went off and bought a knife afterwards, i definitely missed out on something.”

#* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. marty

SLOANE.

it’s true, sloane doesn’t really know wes either, but that doesn’t stop her from disliking him. he’s got this way of making every lie sound like the truth that she doesn’t trust, and she tends to stick to her first impressions. “i am?” now that she thinks about it, she vaguely recalls jennifer telling her about the new hires. god knows she doesn’t understand why the store needs this much staff, but – with the amount of slackers they’ve got, sloane included – it’s probably for the better. “there’s really not much to it. you sort records, recommend music to customers, ring them up.“ sloane shrugs, sitting up. training is a term used very loosely in high volume, and it becomes looser still in her hands. “you can claim any empty locker in the break room, breaks are fifteen minutes, but hardly anyone sticks to that unless jennifer’s around.” she lists them off with her fingers. “that’s pretty much it. if you have any questions, ask whoever you’re working with on your next shift.”

wes nods as if he’s listening. it’s more of a formality than anything. jennifer had lined out all the job entailed before his first shift and with her apathetic demeanor, sloane is the last person he needs around to remind him what he’s supposed to be doing. what he’s more concerned with is figuring out what she was doing bumming it in a small town. “what if my question’s for you, though?” he starts, situating his body to face her. without regard to how she might respond, he inquires, “are you planning on sticking around town much longer?” his tone comes off harsher than he intends. if she plans to stay in woodstock much longer, the last thing he needs is animosity between him and someone who could potentially have a say in whether his plans for a mayoral campaign end in success or disappointment. as a precaution, wes throws her deceptive clarification. “don’t get me wrong, i’m all for figuring life out by spending time in a place that’s not your hometown. i’m just curious. there’s not a lot to do here.”

#* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. sloane

ERIC.

“ HEY, BUDDY ! ” eric greets wes with his whole body from where he sits on the couch, sitting up taller and throwing his arms out. the group of friends he invited over while his roommate was working the late shift tonight had left at least a half hour ago, but eric hadn’t bothered getting up since then, much more interested in the plate of nachos he’s been picking off of in front of him. he’s been really trying to do a better roommates, because he likes living with wes—it’s why his friends had left before wes arrived, and why he had invited them for such an earlier night. however, the drugs he’s on ( a little harder than his usual type ) made it hard to remember to do much else before his roommate’s arrival, the music still blasting like it had been since his friends had left. “ what’d you say ? ” he calls over the music, though it vaguely sounds like a lecture, in which case eric doesn’t want to hear it. “ how was work, dude ? ”

he brushes it off with a shake of his head. “nevermind. you’re clearly too out of your damn mind.” eric’s behavior rarely phases him. as childish as it is, wes finds it kind of endearing. he’s used to it after four years of college where in lieu of going to class, his friends spent the majority of their days nursing hangovers. even then, he had a penchant for completing simple tasks for those who were otherwise preoccupied. it was only natural that his friendship with eric was no different. making the short distance from their kitchen to the couch, he swipes an unopened, lukewarm beer from the counter and plops down on the couch. “it blew. i didn’t even get to talk to jennifer about some ideas i had,” he mentions, helping himself to the plate of nachos his roommate has. cracking off the beer cap with his teeth and following up with a sip, he lets his head rest against the back of the couch. “how was your little soiree?”

#* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. eric

TRIP.

status : closed for @weslvys setting : high volume

IT’S A CLASSIC ‘IF IT can go wrong, it will’ sort of day. he hasn’t slept well, having woken up in the middle of the night to one of the cats getting sick on his favorite pair of high - tops, runaway yesterday practice got called off, so there goes his afternoon, and then, just to really drive the point home, trip’s car, his baby, his old reliable had decided to act up just an hour before he had to go work his afternoon shift ( because of course he has to work today too ). by the time he gets it all fixed up and drives to the store, trip’s twenty minutes late and already in a sour mood. all he wants is to park in his favorite spot and——

there’s another car parked in his spot.

a car he recognizes.

it’s wesley davis’ car.

he’s sharing a shift with wesley davis.

❝ son of a bi—— ❞

the moment he steps inside, trip’s vision zeroes in on wes behind the counter, his expression far from pleased. before the other man can give him grief for being late or whatever, trip opens his mouth first. ❝ i see you’re making yourself at home, davis. you know, i’m still surprised you quit your cushy job with the mayor. figured the place would have better benefits. ❞ pushing past him to grab his employee badge from a nearby drawer, trip adds with palpable disdain and pettiness, ❝ and better parking. ❞

there’s no way around it; working at high volume is strange. he’s used to being confined to an office chair, a mountain of paperwork, and having meetings to attend. now, he spends his days cleaning up after others and doing his best to sell records. all in all, it’s not awful. wes enjoys the feeling of immersing himself back into the town and leaning of universal concerns residents have first hand, rather than by word of mouth through the mayor. it’s not a bad gig for him, he thinks. unless he’s working with trip. that makes the experience something else entirely.

he’s already sorted through their inventory and stocked new arrivals. with no customers to speak to, he has nothing left to do except lean against the counter out of boredom. checking the time repeatedly, a slow twenty minutes have passed since trip was supposed to join him. his eyes are scanning the store while he takes a mental note of anything out of place, when his coworker arrives late. letting out an exasperated sigh, wes shoots the other a smirk. “hello to you too, oliver,” he greets, ignoring trip’s comments on his change of careers. wes didn’t feel as though he needed to explain himself, especially to him. “i didn’t see your name spray painted over the parking spot. sorry about that.” with an apology is full of insincerity, he watches trip in amusement. “you were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.”

#* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. trip #do u still love me even though this is very late 😌

closed for: @martytsui

location: high volume

opening shift is easily his favorite. there are few customers in the morning and the ones that do come in usually know what they’re looking for. that just means in between cleaning up the mess the closer had left, he has more time to write out ideas to present to jennifer without being interrupted. walking through the front door, he makes a beeline for the lockers. seeing marty there, he knows this shift isn’t going to be too bad. in fact, it might even be easier than the other shifts he’s worked. even though they’ve only seen each other once since he’s moved back to town, it’s always nice to see a friendly face. while it’s clear to him something has happened with the others, he doesn’t have any thoughts on the matter, nor does he know the extremity of the situation at hand. raising his brows at the sight of their locker and unable to help his curiosity, he pries, “hey, slacker. what’s with the knife?” he’s aware he’s sticking his nose somewhere it doesn’t belong, but that’s nothing new and he doesn’t see a problem with it.

#* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. marty

closed for: @nisafm

location: wild rover pub

one could say he’s overly competitive, but wes prefers to use the term driven instead. there isn’t much to do in woodstock that allows him to utilize the drive he carries, so he figures trivia night will have to do. being ranked second on the leaderboard doesn’t gratify him as much as it should — not when he knows he can do better or should be doing better, but he’s nothing if not determined to change that. he’s leaning over the bar waiting for the bartender to take his order when he catches sight of the person in first place. ever since moving home, he hasn’t taken the time to reacquaint himself with anyone he used to know, let alone the new faces in town. all he knows about her is they work together at high volume. he simultaneously respects and is surprised at the fact there's someone in town who gives him a run for his money. “don’t choke,” he quips, insincerity in his tone as he points towards the leaderboard. “would hate for you to lose your position.”

#* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. nisa #heyyyyy queen 😌

closed for: @sloanefm

location: high volume

wes doesn’t really know sloane. they’re only familiar with each other because of trivia night and even then, he assumes she only knows him as the guy who yells at her partner from across the bar when things get heated. all in all, it may be from lack of initiative on his end. except he gets the feeling she doesn’t care for him all that much. it doesn’t bother him, not when the feeling is mutual. he can’t comprehend what sloane is doing in woodstock to begin with. with them working the same shift, his first shift, there’s an uncomfortable silence that hangs in the air. “so,” he clears his throat, attempting to make things less awkward. “you’re supposed to be training me?” he doesn’t do well with other people showing him the ropes, more inclined to figure things out on his own, but he’s willing to try if it means he gets to stick around the store longer to make a change around town.

#* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.#ft. sloane #haha hi <3

closed for: @stonerisms location: wes and eric’s apartment

after working all night, the only thing wes wants to do is sleep. still used to his usual ten o’clock bedtime, it’s a miracle his eyes are still open now that it’s past midnight. before he’s even near the front door, he knows the muffled yet obnoxious sounds echoing through the hallway belong to his roommate. so much for sleep. upon opening the door, he shakes his head when he's met with a plethora of empty beer bottles. it’s only been a couple of months since moving in with eric, but he’s already become accustomed to picking up after the other, making sure their apartment was even the slightest bit presentable. it’s hard to mind the task much when the alternative is living with his brothers. at least here, wes feels useful, like he’s not completely out of place or taking up too much space. “there’s a trash can for a reason, eric,” he scolds while picking up the bottles himself and throwing them away. “and didn’t i tell you to put the milk away this morning?”

#i never promised it'd be good just that i would deliver this to you ❤️#ft. eric #* 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ⤻ wesley davis.