WHO: Wesley and George WHAT: Deciding to stick around Grand Central for a bit, he scouts out other locals. WHERE: Grand Central Station WHEN: January 24th, late afternoon RATING: Cheeky fun, maybe in appropriate since he is British and she isn't. STATUS: In progress.
The meeting with Ewan was almost enough to break him, but nothing he couldn't get through. After the meet, he decided to stick around Grand Central to feel things out. He didn't know how things would be with Ewan, but he had to be in the area to find out. The people over at City Hall would understand. But after finding a sleeping spot, he began to scout out the safe house. He needed a feel for the survivors here, and what he could expect if he made this a permanent spot.
On his travels, he noticed a woman. Wesley wasn't very picky about who he would hit on. Sometimes it was even men. Of course, he was strictly homosexual and he only did it to make someone squirmy. But still, in the end of days he couldn't have enough people to keep him company. The woman he noticed was young, but he couldn't tell how young. She seemed to be built like a brick shit-house, and did a little too much eye make up. But she had something about her.
Walking up like a court jester, he stopped in front of her. "Hello, Love. How is this shambles of a world treating ya today?" Of course he had his best smile on, and was standing straight and proper. He could never redo a first impression, so he had to get it right.