<div style="text-align: center">Slowly but surely as that screaming empty stomach of his was filled, That rougher edge of Wes' began to smooth out, like a pup being fed after throwing a tantrum. The quickest way to a Mans heart was through the fourth and fifth ribs but for the moment, he was inclined to believe it really was through his stomach, savoring each bite of the hot meal as if he didn't know when the next one would be. Which wasn't very far off from the truth, Wes didn't mind roughin' it but the few rare times he was able to be feast back in "civilization" he made sure to truly take it in and enjoy it. Before Ava the last interaction he had with anyone was a poor gas station clerk being melted by his goo goo eyes and Honeyed words while he slipped a few discreet supplies into the pockets of his jacket. None the wiser when he flashed her that over confident smirk and walked out the door never to be seen again.<br/>
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Her words did manage to draw an amused grin, glance quickly finding hers and giving a bit of a huff as he shook his head and took another bite if his meal. <i>"Well would be an honor to learn the ways of a true Gentleman from a Master such as yourself." </i>Making sure to extend his pinky as he lifted his glass to take a playful almost mocking sip of his drink. Doing his best to emulate the rich and fancy folk he knew absolutely nothing about, making a damn fool of himself in the process but encouraging her to continue on, shed that overly serious demeanor of hers and relax even if just for a moment or two. Finally that's when he saw it, that smirk he'd been trying so desperately to draw out of her all night, a small sense of accomplishment radiated in him, even if it did come at the cost of a jest at his current unkempt appearance. <i>"Apologies, is the grooming not up to Mandeville standards?" </i>He returned her smirk, thoughtfully rubbing his furry chin and jaw for a moment or two before giving a bit of a pout and a shrug as he thought about it more. <i>"Alright, I'll give that one to ya. Would be nice to be able to clean up a bit."<br/>
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Neatly stacking his plate and silverware after he had taken the last delicious bite of food he allowed himself to stretch, once more a few pops and cracks coming from his <b>oh so ancient </b>body before releasing a sigh of contentment. Giving a nod of gratitude to the waitress as she came and took care of them, sending them on their way for the night with their rooms. Wes took his key and surveyed it for a few moments, still seeming to contemplate the offer before his focus returned back on the waitress, catching a glance she gave back at him as she disappeared back into the kitchens, bit of a smile given. As they sat there he did his absolute best to ignore the sound of her pounding heart, coursing that sweet nectar through her veins. He hated it. Hated that he wanted it. Hated that he needed it. And absolutely hated that he was going to give in to his new instincts and find her once she went home for the night and Ava was safely asleep in her own room. He did his best to push it to the back of his mind as he stood up and followed Ava. <i>"Six o' clock? Is there even such a thing?" </i>He raised a brow at her, as if he was offended she had picked such a god awful time to wake up and meet. <i>"Should I be in business casual or...?" </i>Giving a playful smile over to her before shaking his head and giving a few pats to the door frame as he sighed a bit. <i>"Alrighty. Six o' clock. Sweet Dreams Miss Devereaux." </i>Giving her a little nod before he made he departed from her. Making his way back to The Truck to retrieve the bag left cozily tucked in the back seat.<br/>
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When Wes opened the door to his room he immediately felt a sense of unfamiliarity. Clean warm bed, crisp air conditioning providing a god send of relief to his warm skin and open door to the bathroom and the shower within. He stepped inside almost cautiously before closing the door behind him, making sure to lock it and tossing the bag on the bed as he immediately pulled off layers from his torso and made his way to the bathroom, flicking on the light and leaning against the sink, turning the faucet to run cool water as he pooled it in his hands and splashed it over his face. The sudden cold awakened his senses, refreshing drips moving down his body as he glanced at his reflection and stared at the grizzled man in front of him. Various scars and wounds littered his body, typical of one from his profession, deep bruising on his torso caused by crashing through the walls and the shifters that had attempted to swarm him. And on his shoulder, just by the crook of his neck well hidden by the collar of his clothing was the scar from his bite wound. Deep and jagged, a constant reminder of what he now was, bringing a hand up to run his fingertips over it lightly, even now, still feeling the low sting of the initial wound. He forced himself to look away from it, instead focusing on long unkempt hair and beard that had been allowed to grow for so long, and glancing down to the cheap razor, foam and scissors that had been provided complimentary. Giving a sigh as he shut the bathroom door and going to work to clean up the ragged tired man that stared back at him in the mirror.<br/>
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It would be several hours before the door to his room would unlock, the digital clock on the dresser reading 10:42 as his form left the room. Locking the door behind him and making his way back to the restaurant, already closed but knocking on the window to alert the kind waitress still inside, helping clean up and prepare for the morning crew. A small smile being given as she noticed the now cleaned up male from earlier in the night waiting for her outside with a warm smile, hands in his pockets patiently waiting for her to finish with her duties. It would be another several hours before the lock to his room was turned again and the clock would read 3:15. Finally, the form of The Hunter collapsing onto his bed, hand reaching up to drag a pillow and pull it tightly over his own head, doing his best to muffle aggravated screams before staring up at the ceiling. His world turning black slowly as his eyes closed and he finally allowed himself to fall into the comfort of sleep, sleeping past the 6:00 A.M alarm that was blaring from the clock on the dresser.<br/>
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Laughter and cheer echoed throughout the establishment. Typical for the bars of Bourbon Street when the sun finally set and the historic little slice of New Orleans came alive. The street of course packed with the many tourists who came to view the Famous Bourbon Street night life and the locals whom frequented it, drunken merriment all around and a loud cry of cheer being given by all the occupants as the shatter of glass sang high above the noise for a moment before dying slowly back down in a round of laughter and whistling. Deeper in the establishment the rumble of the hustle and bustle of the Bar became a low muffled white noise, several well dressed individuals enjoying the more reserved "V.I.P" section, and music of Nirvanas "Lake of Fire" playing on the ornate jukebox sat against the far wall. Black lights decorated the scene painting the occupants in a dazzling display of color as they smiled and danced, getting lost in their social daze.<br/>
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And even further in, upstairs and cut off from the rest of the rabble by velvet rope and two extremely large Body Guards was another room, pure ivory white, decorated in black and gold with an open balcony, overlooking the neon lights and busy streets of The Quarter. And there he sat, on his Ebony Leather throne, turned away from the center of room and looking out over the balcony. A soft sound of kisses against flesh filled the air around him, black lace gloved hands running over his pitch black dress shirt, Blood Red Tie hanging loosely and undone over his neck and over his chest. Cold Light Blue eyes staring forward, seemingly unphased by the pleasurable company he found himself in, he held an arm out in front if him, and in his hand he slowly span around Arrow with a Silver Tip, fingertips rubbing fondly over the shaft and even gently prodding at the sharp end with his thumb. Taking in every intricate detail.<br/>
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"You worry too much, My Love. . . .Just another Hunter, dime a dozen swamp filth not worth your time." <br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Painted lips leaned forward to Whisper gently in The Mans ear, still, his gaze was locked forward on the Arrow before finally an amused huff was given and The Blue Eyed Devil glanced over to The Woman attempting to clear his mind. Beautiful Green Eyes staring into his, Flowing Red Hair, curled and resting lightly over her shoulders. An Ornate Jeweled Choker decorated her neck, covering The Mark he had given her perfectly. Pale skin of her shoulders exposed to him as she turned her head to wave her hair effortlessly and black dress clinging perfectly onto her form as she straddled herself on his lap. It was a Beautiful sight, one any man would be envious of as The Woman moved a gloved hand to run gently through his hair, slicking it back and away from his face with a mischievous smile. </span>"Come on, Dresden. . . .Let me take your mind off of those useless Skin Walkers." <span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"> Her voice flowed again with a low purr, leaning forward to nip at his nose.<br/>
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Still spinning around The Arrow in his hand, occasionally moving it between his fingers Dresden finally decided he had wasted enough time with it. Tossing it over his shoulder to clatter on the Marble flooring as he brought his hands up to rest lightly on The Woman's sides, thumbs rubbing thoughtfully across the fabric of her dress. Letting himself relax further back into The Leather seat they found themselves upon as his focus was shifted away from The Arrowhead and The Attack on The Shifter Den. It could all wait to be taken care of in the morning, she was right. Dime a Dozen Hunters, Swamp Filth. Not worth their time.<br/>
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<i>"You did always know how to put me in a better mood, <b>Elyse."</b></i></span><br/>​</div>