have you seen ( West Whitlock-Holmes, he/him )? They look a lot like ( M.ilo V.entimiglia ). The ( 36 ) year old ( corrupt cop (cybercrime) ) is so ( resilient, adaptable, resourceful ) but I heard they can also be really ( calloused, impulsive, deceitful ). Can you believe they’ve been in town for ( 36 years )?! They live in the ( The Stacks ) neighborhood and kind of remind me of ( cold beer and (cold) pizza, old SUV that's always muddy, five minutes late to everything ). If I was asked, I’d guess that they were (Most likely to fight aliens and win ) in their yearbook for the class of ( 2007 ).
BIO ↓
An intelligent troublemaker since his school years - showed up tipsy or high for a test and got 100/100 anyway
He might have gotten a bit reckless since then BUT
Never took the blame, always pinned it on someone else, and changed the narrative until it became (his) truth. It had worked out a LOT of times and if something went wrong, why not play the "am I not perfect enough?" card. There's always a way to play the victim if it saves your ass
Tried to be someone his family would be proud of, so he joined the police as a cybercrime investigator - he has seen enough dead bodies
He quickly found out what pays off much more - not all crimes are equal when $ is involved
Spent years traveling from LA to Caroll, back and forth, but has now been talked into staying in Carroll by his family, for Mav's sake, because he's always looked up to West
A bit of coke here, a little weed there? Who says no to booze when it works wonders for the conscience!
The cowboy, but don't expect him to save anyone if it doesn't somehow pay off
Despite being selfish, West loves his family and he does have feelings. Unfortunately, he always chooses himself and his own "good" over anyone else's. More often than not, that choice turns out not so good even for West himself.
He did look good, really good, and Naomi wasn't afraid to appreciate it, drinking him like a glass of water. Seemed the Whitlock-Holmes boys could all scrub up pretty well considering how good this brothers in attendance looked. Minus Maverick of course. It would be a shame not to get beneath him again, but she'd decided to give things a shot with Ryker, so a shot she would give.
The look on his face not only surprised her, but brought bright laughter from her at his expression. "What are you jealous?" She teased at him, reaching over to have a go at stealing his drink cheekily for herself. As if he'd be jealous over her, West was like a tumble weed, she was a just a stop in the road and a few extra dollars from her site. "Does it matter who's idea it was? It is what it is, Bear."
Jealous? No. He was shocked and sort of disappointed that they wouldn't be able to enjoy their horizontal tango anymore. He liked Naomi; she was fun to hang with, but he appreciated the physical side of it all even more. West sighed with a barely audible "Too bad" and decided that it was the right moment to down a drink to cheer himself up.
"Wow, it does matter – I wanna know which one of you is insane!" He laughed and shook his head in disbelief. Taken...! "Congrats, good luck, and whatever else one should say, then, right?"
Some part of Maverick hoped to avoid his family all together at the reception. But if there was one sure thing to draw in any of the Whitlock-Holmes boys…it was an open bar.
Unfortunately for Maverick, he was confined in a wheelchair so making a strategic exit when he spotted West was out the door.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Prince Charming.” He muttered under his breath. “What are you even doing here? I thought you were in LA for a case.”
"Thank you very much; I fear the allegory still applies, but I'll take Prince Charming." And sure, while he should be in Los Angeles right now, a little fun shouldn't hurt. "Our baby opossum brother found me a date... Or more like found Wren Vane a date - me." It sounded so unlike West, Maverick should assume that he had drunk more than enough and it was time to stop.
West sighed, tired of how absent Mav had been. He had always been their voice of reason, the kind brother, and even their group chat didn't feel the same when he didn't intervene to stop their silly, infantile fights.
"And what are you doing here tonight? Just drinking or drowning your sadness?"
West was way hotter in person than pictures doing any justice. A smile on her face looking back at the hot brother of many brothers. Blushing at his comment of memorizing her favorites. "I did have a couple lemon drops but..I think I'm going to have a glass of champagne."
Smiling at his apology, he didn't do anything wrong but she acknowledged how much of a gentleman he was being. "Don't worry about it. Brother. Don't you have like six or ten of them?" Wren giggled but not obnoxiously like she would at the club. "I'm an only child. What's it like having a gazillion siblings?"
West nodded; a glass of champagne was exactly what he would get for her, then. Actually, he decided to get one too. It looked classier than beer or whiskey, and suddenly, West wanted to look classy. Strange but true. They paused their conversation for a short moment while he collected their drinks and now he was all Wren's.
"Five, but feels like ten," he said with a chuckle. "The oldest one's always busy, the twins are... I betcha heard stories about some telepathic bond that twins have, and it's very true... There's Matt the hero, and Wyatt..." West grinned at her as if to say that Wyatt was his personal hero tonight. "Well, how does it feel to be an only child and have some peace and quiet? Okay. All serious now... I think I've always liked how much like a beehive our home was."
Giving him a minute to take in and appreciate how good she looked, because everyone should get that chance, she grinned at him and his little nickname for her nickname. It was cute and she was going to miss his sense of humour in the bedroom. "Aw is that so? You look great tonight, though." Usually breaking bad news to someone was her favourite thing to do, but this wasn't as fun as all of that, and her smile was quietly affectionate under the apology in her expression.
"Listen... We're not gunna be able to fuck around anymore. I'm... actually... taken."
It felt so weird to say, and she said it with a smile to maybe lighten the blow? She'd never had to let anyone down easy before. "I'm kind of officially with Ryker now."
Oh yeah, sure, he looked great... This time, West chuckled at the compliment and just nodded his thanks. He literally picked something more formal to wear, but looked nothing like his everyday baseball cap & hoodie self... And he was still horrible at accepting compliments.
And then Naomi hit him with such a revelation that when he turned to her, she probably saw this kind of shock on his face for the first time. "What? Whose stupid idea was it?"
West Whitlock-Holmes was a sight to see. How she managed to fling a date with him was like a dream come true. He had the image of a bear, maybe not a teddy bear but the kind that would attack you from the woods. She wasn’t scared of him in the slightest. Wyatt said he had a single brother and she didn’t know it was that brother, the hot one.
Waiting at the bar she sipped at her vodka soda and then set her eyes on him. “What are we drinking tonight, handsome?”
Wren was easy to spot in her silver dress and crazy curls that looked completely untamed in the best way possible. Good job, Wyatt... Good job. West walked over and greeted her with a bright smile that didn't color his face often; not in such a genuine shade.
"Whatever you decide, m'lady. I'll do my best to memorize your favorites." Oh, he would. "I'm sorry if I made you wait too long, but I saw my brother and wanted to talk to him. My... other brother." He chuckled.
"Hey handsome, you like my dress." Naomi had sidled up to him at the bar, eyes rolling over his outfit, a brow perked a little in surprise and interest. "You sure clean up good, Westy Boy." Naomi herself felt like a million dollars, like she outshone even the bride and didn't give two rips about. She'd gotten stares and compliments and she felt like she owned the room. "The fans been missing you, Bear. Gotta come back from LA more often, always hiding away out there. What's a girl to do?" She teased.
He had changed his mind about coming here at least five times just on his way to Carroll. Despite everything he said and his usual way of being, freebies were not enough to drag him out of his lair and into the wealthy world of people like Joel Aber-... Hawkins and his wife. At least Wyatt played the cool brother card and found him a date. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
Naomi's dress got a proper up and down and up again look from West. "Looks good on you. Almost as good as it would look on the floor of this fancy bathroom." He offered a knowing smile and went back to studying the drinks card, even though his attention was all hers. "I'm back for a few days so we can make sure we've got enough content for the fans while I'm in LA," he teased back. "This whole LAPD thing is killing me these days, you know, Jewel?"
When West joined Mav at the bar, getting another drink for himself and his date (!), he didn't know if his brother wanted any interaction at all. He seemed to be doing just fine being miserable, and, to some degree, West couldn't blame him...
...But then he just wanted to grab Maverick and shake that shitty mood out of him. Wake up, goddammit! With your charm, you could shine among the brightest stars of the evening, but instead, you're downing another glass.
"Mav, my man... You look like shit wrapped in decorative paper."
"The more I think about it the more I like the idea. It would be an interesting experiment to see the reaction of the town." Maybe she was no longer as much of a pariah to the town, or maybe she could find ways to convince them. Hell, if they could expose all the Reynolds dirty laundry, maybe she could even have a chance of closing the voting gap. "I think it sounds like a whole lot of fun."
"I agree. Many will be surprised, but not disappointed, which is all that matters, right?" West put the beer away so he could raise both hands in surrender and gave Sada a bright smile. "You've got my vote," he said to emphasize his support, even though it was obvious. "Hey, let's celebrate this idea with some apple pie, boss." He laughed. "Talking politics always makes me hungry..."
"Please, you look like you have fleas." The disgust was written so plainly over her face, wrinkling over the bridge of her nose as if he smelled bad. An affront to the sinuses. A shame because under all that grime was maybe some potential, but she knew him well enough to know his personality negated any of that. "Are you quite done yet?"
Fleas. How creative, he had to give it to her. West laughed, as if it didn't bother him at all and, of course, it didn't! But a part of him did call her some names in the privacy of his mind. "I am, actually. I don't think I'll be very helpful," he said with a vague motion of his hand, pointing to the numerous stands. "Good luck, sweetheart."
