Re: Wes / Sim
Had Wesley known Sim had already made his entrance he would have stopped his flurry of flirtation and gone immediately to him. As it was, he was wiggling his hips in an almost ferocious manner to a group of people who seemed to be getting into it - the first group of the whole evening. There were the round-the-house hand gestures, reeling-in arm movements, swimming-time shimmies... thankfully he hadn't started to do the Christmas Mosh because the low voice behind him would have been knocked out.
On hearing Sim's velvet tone Wesley spun around on his heel, new friends immediately forgotten in favour of the red-dressed knockout he was hoping to call partner-in-crime. Sim got his wish, Wesley's jaw did drop, and his eyes almost popped. He'd been about to plant a greeting kiss when he saw how beautiful his sort-of-boyfriend was.
"Woah," sighed Wes, stroking down from Sim's shoulders to his arms. He needed to take a good stock of him. It was very, very impressive. "Merry Fucking Christmas to me... you look amazing."