Wednesday 17th December 2008
Who: Wesley and Kindle Where: A bar and then... When: late weds night What: Kindle needs a riiiide
A drunken text from a student and former conquest was what this Wednesday amounted to. Or was it Thursday now? It was probably nearing midnight as he headed into town, searching for the bar sign he'd recognised passing about 100 times. He'd never gone in, always wondered what it was like. Now his main concern was wondering what a drunken Kindle would look like sitting haphazardly on a bar stool...
Walking through to the bar, Wesley looked around for his tipsy friend and instantly spotted her at the bar. "Hey, you," he smiled warmly at her, needing to get her out of here and back into her bed safe and sound as quickly as possible. "You causing some trouble?"