<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes Attempted to put forward his best little innocent display, eyes glancing off in the distance pretending something had caught his interest, foot tapping to the antiquated song that was playing and taking a small swig from his beer as he watch Her Dart miss it's intended target. He was struggling not to give an amused laugh, hiding that smile of his behind his forearm as he pretended to wipe his chin. Simple nod given her way as she said bless you before his interest was peaked, brow raising curiously as she stood in front of him, arms crossed and ready to speak her proposition. He stayed silent for the moment, bringing beer back to his lips, trying to keep that smile from pulling on his cheeks, but failing miserably as she spoke.<br/>
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Wes turned, placing what was left of his drink next to hers, giving a few nods and bringing his hands together, rubbing them against eachother and taking a glance over to the Dart Board. <i>"Does seem fair. . .alright, I'm Game." </i>Wes gathered up his share of ammunition and rolled his shoulders, "loosening" up and make a good show of it, the whole nine yards, turning his torso to both sides, cracking his neck and even stretching his legs as if he was about to go run another Marathon through The Wilderness. <i>"Hey, that sneeze is to ward off Predators, and I don't see any Predators so...." </i>He shrugged glancing her way, mouthing "You're Welcome." Silently before giving a frustrating wink and lining himself up at the line. Wes was going to enjoy this, he already had the perfect song in mind, and he could already see her dancing perfectly to it. He began to mutter the same Spanish phrase under his breath, almost as if he was whispering it to The Dart, the same as he did when he "blessed" his now lost shotgun with a splash of Jack. Despite Wes' already frustratingly relaxed demeanor, it was obvious something had changed.<br/>
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It happened The Moment they'd left The Wilderness together, maybe it was The knee jerk Kiss in the heat of the moment, or maybe she had actually earned his trust. Wes had to admit, there was a part of him that didn't think she'd stay and take the shot when he brought the second beast back to their trap. A part of him that thought he was only being brought along as bait, or to get rid of a loose end so her order wouldn't catch on to their dealings. Millions of doubtful thoughts wiped away with a few well aimed pulls of a trigger. Wes had completely relaxed himself, his tone of voice was softer, his accent not so pronounced, shoulders lowered and his gaze not locked nearly as hard anymore, like he was still trying to gauge just what to think about her. All of that had been thrown out The Window, showing there was still at least part of him with his guard up before, that his antics were indeed covering up his true intentions nicely. All that stood before her now was a playful Hunter with the first genuine smile he'd had on his face for a long while.<br/>
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As he pulled back his arm and got ready to release his throw, he could already taste sweet victory, his body ready to begin walking over to The Jukebox and take his painfully slow time making her wonder just what he was going to pick. Until he felt that cool gust of air tingle the sweet spot just below his hairline, right in the center of the neck causing his shoulders to move up off of instinct, and send The Dart flying off to far bottom left corner of The Board. Instead of shock and disbelief, all that came from him was an amused chuckle and a grin as he observed The Board for a few moments, tilting his head a bit and turning around slowly to face her as she leaned against The Wall like an innocent bystander. <i>"Huh. . .must be a drafty breeze in here. Tough luck I guess." </i>Giving a knowing smirk her way as he politely stepped over and extended his arms over to his previous position so she could line up her next shot. <i>"I'll tell ya what." </i>Wes leaned over, grabbing his beer to finish off its contents before slowly stepping himself directly behind her, free hand gently brushing fingertips just over her shoulder and pulling himself dangerously close so he was practically aiming her shot with her. <i>"I'll go ahead and stand right here, keep that same gust from messin' up your shot....only fair right?" </i>Left hand "guarding" her shoulder and the right perched precariously close to her hip, leaning a bit over her so his chin was hovering just nicely above her shoulder. Ever The Gentleman, protecting her from any offending breezes attempt to throw off her shot.</span>​</div>