I walked back to our seats, hands on the other chairs along the way to hold me up, and I sank as carefully as I could but it still hurt. Not a lot... but enough. Thank fucking God we weren't in first class or shit.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, trying to figure all this out. What the hell was going on? I'd called Wes for one reason - I was a liability to B and her crew. Didn't wanna go back to jail just yet cuz I figured there was still some good out there I could do - so I call Wes. Just figuring bossman could go back to his Watcher-ways and we'd be all five-by-five.
But, that sorta thing's never my luck. Cuz this Wes? The one who started at me coldly one sec and then fucked my ass the next?
Yeah. Not the Watcher I thought I'd be going back to. Then again, I wasn't the Slayer he probably wanted.
We all get what we deserve, right?
I felt the seat sink next to me and I sighed, knowing it was Wes finally. What could I say? Thanks for the nice fuck? Thanks for bruising me and making me cry?
"Well... looks like we wasted a few minutes with that. How much time we got left, Boss?"
((Open to Wes))