<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes leaned himself back in The Passenger seat with a drawn out groan of satisfaction and falling into the cushioning, amused huff given and closing his eyes, that God damn grin still on his face. Glancing over to the driver mirror to catch a small glimpse of the red painted on her cheeks, still able to be seen despite the darkness that otherwise surrounded them. It was obvious he was pleased with what he was doing. . .well, whatever he was doing. Even he didn't know at this point and it was running through his mind just as much as it was probably running through hers. Strange thoughts were a lot more welcome than the memories of what had just happened mere moments ago, even with eyes closed, that glow of red and green and rows of daggers still haunted him. Until he found them replaced by The Hunters eyes instead, he shook it off, brought back to reality as she finally opened the door and made it to the drivers seat. Wes couldn't help but let a small laugh escape him as she took out her phone, furiously running fingers across the screen in a flurry of what he could only assume was pure rage. A sudden realization came over him, he had completely forgotten that the information from her contact was all he had came for to begin with. The only reason he agreed to help on this obviously well executed and perfectly planned excursion out into the wild.<br/>
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It was an interesting series of events that led to the surprisingly peaceful drive back to that run down Motel. Eyes closed most of the way, damn near drifting off to sleep a few times before a rogue sound from the road would open his eyes back up. His body ached, both from the fresh wounds and from literally running for his life, but it slowly began to fade away as time passed. She had done a fantastic job of cleaning and dressing his wounds, hands working with precision and a gentleness. . .that he couldn't help but long for. There he went again, Wes bit his own tongue, forcing the thoughts back into their cage and watching the occasional street light pass by as they drove. Any form of distraction was welcome, a small bit of relief washing over him as the familiar neon sign of The Motel appeared in the distamce. He wasted little time grabbing up his bag and giving a nod as she spoke, 25 minutes would be more than enough, walking back over to his truck for a quick moment to retrieve a change of clothing along with his own small first aid kit before opening up the door to his room, locking it behind himself.<br/>
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Despite Ava's fantastic job in cleaning his wounds to prevent infection, he held his doubts for a moment as he glanced about the room. It wasn't <b>bad </b>per say....but it definetly made him question just how long the sheets on the bed had gone without a good sanitizing, stains on the carpet of unknown origins and the strange thick musk that could only come from such a fine establishment, the window unit sounding like it was close to it's dying breath as well. <i>"Beggars can't be choosers." </i>He chuckled under his own breath remembering her words when he first arrived. Wes wasted no time removing the rest of his ruined clothing and making for the bathroom, which at least was a bit more well maintained than the rest of the room. The warm water soothing against his sore body as he let himself lean against the wall and let the water pour over himself, eyes closed and savoring the sensation. And it came yet again as he closed his eyes, Beautiful Green Eyes staring back at him in the darkness, Wes physically having to give himself a little smack on the cheek to chase them away as the water ran over his face.<br/>
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Turning the faucets off he hurriedly dried himself and ran a hand over the foggy mirror, staring at his reflection and trying to get a better look at the new souviners he had acquired courtesy of The Beast before getting dressed. Carefully applying a second helping of Hydrogen Peroxide and alcohol before ripping open bandages and placing them at least over the deeper and larger wounds, once satisfied slipping on a simple black T-shirt and poking his reflection in the mirror. <i>"Don't even fucking think about it." </i>Talking to himself and giving a huff. Despite the refreshing shower and the straight swig of Jack he had taken before cleaning up, he still tasted those sweet lips. It wasn't a bad thing, per say. But Ava was right, "Being Professional" was the best course of action, the kiss was simply a knee jerk reaction to impending doom and maintaining this understanding would be key to keeping their partnership working like a well oiled machine. It was the safe path...His eyes fell to his freshly bandaged wounds and the other scars that told stories on his body, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, shaking his head as a small half smile tugged at his lips.<br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Obviously safe just wasn't in Wes' vocabulary.</span><br/>
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When they reached the lovely little roadside dive, Wes forewent his usual observations. There simply wasn't a need to have all the exits mapped out, where some cover could be found and what could be used as a weapon if shit hit the fan for whatever reason. They were literally in the middle of nowhere, and after being chased by Death all evening he was simply too exhausted to care. Wes was ready to unwind, joining Ava as she sat and giving a nod to The Bartender as he took their orders. "<i>Double shot Wild Turkey 101. And a Dos Equis dressed." </i>Immediately the smell of the strong bourbon burned his nostrils but he didn't care. There was a pair of Red and Green glowing eyes staring at him and he was ready to wash them away in a sea of spirits. The burn was a bit more than anticipated, face contorting and a cough being given afterwards as the warmth immediately spread down his chest, but none the less an <i>extremely </i>satisfied huff being given as he turned the glass upside down on the counter. "<i>Keep em' coming. Thank you." </i>He gave a nod to The Gentleman behind the counter before turning in his seat with a brow raised in curiousity as Ava hopped off and spoke.<br/>
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He was tempted to make a little fuss, having just sat down and gotten comfortable, ready to bury his nightmares one double shot at a time. But all it really took was one moment of his eyes falling over her form, Hair no longer held back in a bun and flowing freely and already after just one drink, her voice soothing to his ears. <i>"God dammit, Wes." </i>He muttered to himself before letting a chuckle leave his lips and stood slowly, taking his beer with him and taking a nice long swig, a perfect compliment to soothe the burning in his throat and following her, digging a few Darts out from the nearest unoccupied board before splitting them evenly, holding her share out to her as he took another sip of his drink, giving a satisfied smack of the lips afterwards. "<i>"Alright. . .Ladies first." </i>He gave a nod before positioning himself just behind her, slowly a mischeovous little smirk making it's way to his face, watching and waiting until the very last moment before she took her first shot, and giving a loud over exaggerated sneeze into his arm in an attempt to throw her off.<br/>
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<i>"Sorry bout' that."</i>​</div>