"Busy hiding behind the bar?" he quipped knowingly. "No, my glass is fine for the moment," Wes answered after a beat, lifting his cards and shifting to get back to the game, dismissing her without another glance, somehow certain that it would irritate her more than any other thing he could have done in that moment.
The game was going well, if he said so himself, and the table was down to only three of them, most of the others having abandoned the venue by now. The hour was late, but Wes didn't care. He had no obligations he couldn't shuffle around if he were so inclined. One of the perks to having made it as far as he had.
"Care to up the stakes?" Wes asked Phoenix from across the table when the third person tapped out of the game and it was only them remaining.
Phoenix raised an eyebrow, smirking at Wes. "What did you have in mind?" he asked, welcoming a variety of stakes.
"I rather like the thought of your lips on my cock," Wes answered bluntly, tossing a few tokens in the center as his literal bet. Phoenix was rather a pretty man, and it had been a while since he'd had a man. Win or lose, they'd both still win. Of course, the winner would take the rest of the pot, as well, but it was a sweet perk, he rather thought.