It had been a whim, reactivating his anonymous dating profile, but he'd been feeling particularly restless lately, which nearly always translated to semi-anonymous hookups for him. Sure, he could throw a massive party at his house and there would be plenty of men and women there who would be willing to warm him bed, probably even a few at a time. And sure, that would be a good time, but he wanted something different tonight. Someone different. Someone who wasn't going to fawn over him just because he was Wes fucking Carlisle. And sure, that might still happen once KFrenzie knew who he was.
Which reminded him, he thought with a soft chuckle as he wandered into a dresser, opening the top drawer and rooting around for that charmed compartment at the back. The party favors were already portioned out, and he grabbed a variety, not sure what KFrenzie would be interested in for sure, despite her saying the two he'd mentioned sounded fun. So he had Frenzie, Supernova, and a little vial of Rainbow in a pocket. On a whim, he went to another drawer and grabbed a gram bag of weed--unless she was like Penny, with a surprisingly good stash, it would likely be much higher quality than whatever she was smoking now.
And then he, with another amused chuckle, apparated to a discreet alley next to the apartment building he owned. It was always good to diversify one's investments, after all. He walked into the lobby of the building with that calm arrogance that had done him well in life, glancing around for that lovely head of wild curls.