Who: Veronica Mars and Mirror!Wesley Wyndam-Pryce What: Wes wants to play, he's probably met his match Where: Madison Proper When: This week Warnings: Likely some violence, Will update if necessary Status: Closed
If his encounter with K-Mart taught him anything, it was that he needed to be a little more...proper. Like the Wes of old. More like the awkward, self-criticising wanker he'd been before he got his throat slit, full of self loathing, British uppercrust manners, and more daddy issues than he could shake a stick at.
He'd also been something of a charmer, he recalled. He had a winning smile, and an ability to put a sparkle in his eye that spoke of mystery and intrigue when coupled with his accent. Women found that hard to resist, and though he found it tiresome and tedious, he'd give it a shot.
"Why, hello there," he said, and he flashed his best shit-eating grin at the nearest woman. Blonde, like K-Mart. Not what he would have considered his type before, but then he was just full of surprises now, wasn't he?