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Wes drabble
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open_on_sunday's "Bar" prompt. Wesley, AtS Season 2, PG.
Wesley sipped his drink and glanced around the bar. Sometimes they came to him, especially when he was in his finest suit. Other times he went to them. The accent piqued their interest, every time. If he did fumble his words a bit, they found it endearingly Hugh Grant-like. It seemed that American women truly liked Old World gentlemanly behavior. They also liked to take him home, where he was expected to behave quite ungentlemanly. He was always most eager to oblige.
The curvy redhead at the other end of the bar smiled at him.
“God bless America,” Wesley sighed.
open_on_sunday's "Bar" prompt. Wesley, AtS Season 2, PG.Wesley sipped his drink and glanced around the bar. Sometimes they came to him, especially when he was in his finest suit. Other times he went to them. The accent piqued their interest, every time. If he did fumble his words a bit, they found it endearingly Hugh Grant-like. It seemed that American women truly liked Old World gentlemanly behavior. They also liked to take him home, where he was expected to behave quite ungentlemanly. He was always most eager to oblige.
The curvy redhead at the other end of the bar smiled at him.
“God bless America,” Wesley sighed.
