There was no doubt that he would have remembered that dress had he seen it before. The fact that he hadn't been able to look away from it the first ten minutes they were around one another was evidence enough of that. Wes had never been shy about admiring someones outfit, or figure. It was a bad habit, he knew. It was in his nature though, and really, if looking was all that he did, it wasn't too bad, right? When Cat was around, he didn't have reason to look else where, she was always going to be the most striking. In truth, he couldn't recall a time that she hadn't impressed him with a look. The simply didn't make women like her anymore, which was a damn shame. You couldn't beat that figure. He didn't understand all the overly skinny girls running around, they all looked as if they needed to desperately eat something.
There were a handful of kids he'd gotten to know, and liked now. The ones he would pretty much do anything for. It was safe to say he had a soft spot for young people. Especially those away from home, without a parental influence. He knew what that was like, and wanted to provide a bit of guidance if he could. Yet, his relationships with his own children were strained. Seemed to always be the way things were. Of course, there was more on the line with them, the little things had so much more of an effect. He could do something to upset them, or piss them off, and they would hold a grudge for the time. That wasn't an issue with the other kids.
Wes wasn't about to explain it to her, not unless she asked of course. That conversation would likely be slightly embarrassing. Being harassed by students was embarrassing enough, but even more so on the subject of marriage. Maybe he shouldn't have told them that he'd never been married before. It seemed ever since they'd been giving him shit about it. That didn't mean he didn't give as much back as they gave. They all enjoyed the hassle.
Lifting his beer to his lips, his eyes moved around the dance area, as they made their way to the booth. It was better than the low class joints in Vegas, but nothing compared to some of the great strip clubs. It would do for the island. He was actually impressed that some of the girls could dance, he had been expecting them to slip, and trip around the poles. He placed his beer down on the little table before them, his arm moving up to rest on the back of the booth behind her. Her question was a surprise, which was evident by the raise of his brow. "You're not going to do it?" He asked, leaning over to brush a kiss against her cheek. "You know what I like, I'll trust you to pick."