Wes had dressed sharply in a tailored black and white suite, complete with a neat bowtie and had settled himself in a seat that had the perfect view of the entrance. That meant he noticed the moment she'd come in, and he whistled under his breath before downing the rest of his firewhiskey and setting the glass on one of the trays that floated by. Watching her make her way through the room, Wes was impressed at the confidence he could tell she was trying so hard to channel. He wondered if anyone else noticed, or if all they saw was the strappy dress and mile high heels and assumed that confidence.
"Hello, Violet," he greeted her in return. He lifted a hand up, motioning toward the bar to order drinks for them both, eager to see how she would respond to the high quality firewhiskey he preferred.