Adult relationships... it had taken Wes quite some time to figure out just what that was. Then again, he thought it tended to differ for women, than it did men. Maybe they usually sought that sort of thing out earlier in life. When you were immortal, or pretty much immortal, you really had to just go with your gut feeling on it all. You couldn't set yourself by a timeline. Not by a human one at least. In truth, by nature, he didn't think men, and women were that different. How they were raised in the eyes of society had the greatest effect. Men were encouraged to be stags, while women virgins. That white picket fence, and two point five kids was to be their dream. In truth, it had been that way for centuries. Women were taught that their main goal in life, was to find a husband. Bullshit. Bless those rebels who had sense enough to see past the sexism. That was his type of girl.
Vegas was both a high point city, and a low point city. For all the glitz, and fancy digs, you had an equal amount of dirt, and sleaze. He'd seen both first hand. After all, you don't hang out in the high priced clubs, to shot up. You did that in those knock around places, where no one cared to look at the faces mingling in the crowds. Where you could blend in, and hide, because that's what everyone else was doing. The people there weren't exactly dime pieces either. Junkies were never the type of person you saw, and said 'Hey, I want to spend time with that person!' Nope, quite the opposite. Obviously. It was a great city for people who had their heads on straight, and their shit together. For everyone else, it was the devil's playground.
There were a few places he'd rather the stripped not touch... on him at least. He could molest Cat all she wanted, so long as he was there able to watch. Wes was a hands on sorta guy, and didn't need that little temptation. Fuck, this almost felt like a test of self restraint. When the stripper followed his instruction, and moved forward to place herself over Cat's lap, he grinned. A grin hidden from both women in his current position. "She was a good pick, doll. Well done." He said against her neck. His lips brushing down to the curve of her shoulder. His eyes couldn't stay in one place for two long, of course. They were moving between the dancer, and Cat, watching her reaction. "Your hands can be friendly too, you know... with me." He teased, the hand at her waist moving down to slide over the top of her thigh.