Day Twenty-One: Still On Edge
Who: Wesley
Where: Cafeteria
When: Noonish
Rating: R; 'parently he has a potty mouth
Invasion: Yes?
Status: Open / In Progress
Summary: No?
At least today he wasn't being assaulted while getting lunch, not like yesterday at breakfast might have gone. He still got some funny looks from those who had met Tory, but for the most part, Wesley had been deemed all right by the DauphinMarians, and that suited him fine. If this had happened before he'd met Fox, before he'd spent time in the Fraternity, maybe it would be a different story, and the whole ordeal yesterday would have sent him skittering across the room for his anti-anxiety pills, sweating and hyperventilating, his head pounding erratically as panic set in.
But then he supposed if this had happened then, he would have been useless to the cause anyways; no one wanted an Account Manager from some crummy company who was too much of a pussy to confront his best friend who was fucking his girlfriend or his girlfriend who was fucking his best friend. Hell, he'd even bought Barry condoms the time he'd forgotten his wallet ... in Wesley's kitchen where he'd been banging Cathy on the Ikea table he'd bought. Wesley still swore that bludgeoning Barry across the face with his ergonomic keyboard had been one of the most satisfying things he'd ever done. Well. Next to telling off his bitch of a boss, Janice. That had been pretty fucking good, too. Why yes, Barry, Wesley is the man. Here, have a mouthful of computer keys.
Blue eyes scanned the room from over his orange juice as he drank deep. Sure, they were all pretty cool with him now, but it didn't hurt to be on his toes, and after orchestrating the fall of the Fraternity, it was just one of those instincts Wes indulged on a regular basis. Cup moving back to the table, he stabbed a couple of noodles from his macaroni salad without looking, gaze still sweeping the room.
Where: Cafeteria
When: Noonish
Rating: R; 'parently he has a potty mouth
Invasion: Yes?
Status: Open / In Progress
Summary: No?
At least today he wasn't being assaulted while getting lunch, not like yesterday at breakfast might have gone. He still got some funny looks from those who had met Tory, but for the most part, Wesley had been deemed all right by the DauphinMarians, and that suited him fine. If this had happened before he'd met Fox, before he'd spent time in the Fraternity, maybe it would be a different story, and the whole ordeal yesterday would have sent him skittering across the room for his anti-anxiety pills, sweating and hyperventilating, his head pounding erratically as panic set in.
But then he supposed if this had happened then, he would have been useless to the cause anyways; no one wanted an Account Manager from some crummy company who was too much of a pussy to confront his best friend who was fucking his girlfriend or his girlfriend who was fucking his best friend. Hell, he'd even bought Barry condoms the time he'd forgotten his wallet ... in Wesley's kitchen where he'd been banging Cathy on the Ikea table he'd bought. Wesley still swore that bludgeoning Barry across the face with his ergonomic keyboard had been one of the most satisfying things he'd ever done. Well. Next to telling off his bitch of a boss, Janice. That had been pretty fucking good, too. Why yes, Barry, Wesley is the man. Here, have a mouthful of computer keys.
Blue eyes scanned the room from over his orange juice as he drank deep. Sure, they were all pretty cool with him now, but it didn't hurt to be on his toes, and after orchestrating the fall of the Fraternity, it was just one of those instincts Wes indulged on a regular basis. Cup moving back to the table, he stabbed a couple of noodles from his macaroni salad without looking, gaze still sweeping the room.