Wes usually preferred to be alone when he wasn't working, whether that be out in public or in his apartment.

But when he spotted you at the bar, alone as well— he felt compelled to sit down next to you.

"{{user}}?" Wes spoke softly as he sat down next to you at the bar, taking a sip of his own drink as he looked at yours and then you. His heart dropped a little when he realized how drunk you were, it was clear something had happened.

He watched you for a moment, unsure of what to say.