"My favorite? Ooh, tough question.. George. Let's go with George."
Conrad paused, taking another deep swallow of Scotch. Little did Wesley know, the Brit was all bark and no bite. Well, maybe a little bite. Regardless, Conrad talked a big talk but below the surface, he missed this: a real, genuine human connection. It was something he had been missing for years and now that he had it, he wanted to let his guard down. He wanted to let Wesley in, even if his better judgement argued against it.
"If it is what it takes, would you dance with me?"
Not that Conrad would give Wesley much of a choice. He'd set that bottle of Scotch aside, his hands reaching for Wes' hips and playfully swaying them both to the music. "I believe that you and me last forever -" Now, could Conrad sing? Funnily enough, he could. Like the dancing, he was out of practice, so he wasn't great. But it was clear that, once upon a time, he wasn't as rusty as he was now. "The only time I feel alright is by your side.."
Conrad was laughing and singing and finally cutting loose.. Only for a sudden movement to catch his eye. In the doorway stood a man.. A man he'd never seen before. And that man had his eyes locked on Wesley. Before Conrad knew it, there was a gun in the man's hand, and the Brit didn't hesitate to wrap an arm around Wesley's midsection, quickly yanking him behind the bar.
He pulled Wesley down to the floor, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. And in an attempt to keep his friend from making noise or asking questions, he brought his index finger to his lips, his expression entirely serious.
There's someone here, he silently mouthed the words, and he's armed.