It wasn't difficult to notice when Penny made her entrance. Wes had been watching for it, after all. Hoping for it, even. And she certainly didn't disappoint. Wes kept his lips near Violet's ear, whispering to her as Penny made her way toward them. "Do you see that woman, there, the one in the lacy little pink number? She's going to come flirt with me. She's a sassy little thing, and it would give me quite the thrill if you would entertain her with me," he urged. He knew from the time he'd spent around her that she was a rather jumpy young thing, but he so desperately wanted her to bleeding relax already.
Penny, once again, did not disappoint when she reached them, and Wes smirked up at her, all lounging casual arrogance. "Oh, my dear, I assure you, my hands are much larger than you realize," he quipped back, one of said hands slipping down from the back of the booth to rest casually on Violet's shoulder--whether encouraging her to stay, reassuring her that he wasn't about to abandon her, or trapping her, he couldn't say.