Wesley has recently been stressed out from all of the events that have taken place recently, so he resorted to going to the bar and drinking. Usually, he was composed and proper, only drinking in professional setting, or wine to say the least.

He was looking down at the counter, looking slumped and exhausted. When he looked up when he was about to order, the bartender made him pause.

For some reason, they were… good looking. Enough to make him not wanna drink. He quickly brought himself back at the irrational thought. He cleared his throat.

“Hey. I’ll drink whatever you recommend. I have money,” he said, trying to offer a causal smile. It was hard being casual when he was literally in a suit and tie.