[beyondtherift] Locked to Wes.

[gotbottle]

WesleyWesleyWESLEY where are you I need to talk to you.

Are you at your shop? Can I come over?

It's kind of important.

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[tempered_scars]

I'm at my shop, yeah.

What's going on?

Whatever it is, I didn't do it.

[gotbottle]

Uh, DUH.

I'll be over in like twenty. Don't go anywhere.

[tempered_scars]

... Okay. Now you got me curious.

I'll be right over here RachelRachelRACHEL.

[gotbottle]

In "like twenty", as promised, Rachel bursts through the door to Wes' shop.

"Wes!" she calls out, striding into the garage. "Wesley! Where are you? I'm here!"

[tempered_scars]

Wes was working on a bike. Wrenches and grease were involved.

Unf.

He smirks a little at the energy she shows as she storms into his shop.

"Darlin', did you win the lottery or something?"

[gotbottle]

Rachel bounds up and hugs him, grease and wrenches be damned. She's in that good a mood.

"Kinda! In a manner of speaking. Except... better."

She beams.

"I'm getting married! Adrian asked and I said yes!"

[tempered_scars]

Cue deafening silence.

And more silence.

And...well, more of it. He is so shocked it takes a while for his own arms to wrap around her.

"Aw, hell. If I say he and I now need to have words, are you gonna threaten to beat my ass even though you can't?"