"This is a bad idea."
"Molly, I'm telling you, it's gonna be fine! Just this one more hit, and we'll be set for life! We'll practically be kings!"
She glared at Wes without saying anything.
"... Umm we can be queens instead if ya want."
SMACK
"Ouch!" What'd you hit me for?!"
"You're not taking this seriously, one wrong move and we'll be killed! Do you even know who this guy is?!"
"Of course I do! That's Alexander Volkov."
"Yeah, and do you know that he's a Russian mobster?"
"Please, those are just rumors," Wes laughed. "If he did all those horrible things people say he did, he'd be locked up for sure."
She raised an eyebrow unconvinced.
"Don't worry, I know for sure he's just your everyday businessman. I've got a guy on the inside, and I think he'd tell me if he was some sort of psychopathic gangster."
"Mmm hmm."
"Let me just show you the plan at least." Wes nervously glanced around like he was being watched. "Umm not here though."
"Hey!"
He grabbed her wrist and walked swiftly through the crowd towards an unsurveilled location.
"Hold up! Are you insane? We can't go into the ladies bathroom together! Are you trying to get us kicked out?!"
"Relax, I have a plan, besides whose the one that got you a ticket in the first place?" He laughed and pushed the door open.
"Yeah, a ticket you stole," Molly muttered under her breath as she followed.
"Oh my!" An elderly woman leaving the bathroom gasped. "There's a man trying to–"
"Hold on mademoiselle," Wes grasped her right hand with both of his and stared pleadingly into her eyes. "My sister, she is how you say… umm malade mentale? You know uh," he whistled and pointed to his head.
"Oh dear, she is?" The old lady glanced at Molly with concern.
"Yes. You see, my lady that is why I… uh I have to follow with. She cannot make the pee pee by herself." He wiped an imaginary tear and looked at Molly sorrowfully.
"If that's the case, allow me to watch out here so no one else comes in."
"Madam, this is too much! You are too kind! Merci merci!"
Her cheeks flushed. "Well, it's the least I can do for a gentleman like yourself. Take your time now dear." She smiled at an unamused Molly.
"That accent was terrible." Molly sauntered over to the bathroom counter and took a seat.
"Mademoiselle, why do you lie?"
She scoffed. "So what was this big plan of yours?"
"Here." He flicked her a piece of paper.
"What is this?"
"Why it's the plan that's going to make us millions my dear comrade," Wes lifted his chin up proudly."
"This is just a picture you drew of yourself surrounded by money, with some dude crying in the corner."
"Ahh! Give me that!" Wes turned bright pink and lunged for the paper.
"What? I'm still reading the plan?" Molly laughed and held the paper above her head.
"Here. Read this." He yanked the artwork out of her hand and handed her another piece of paper.
—--
"Yeah, I'm not doing that." She balled up the paper and chunked it in the trashcan.
"Molly, please!" Wes fished out the paper and hurried after her.
"I already told you no."
"I can't do it without you! There's no way it'll work!"
"Oh my." The old lady who had been waiting outside gasped as the two barged out yelling.
"Your whole plan is based on me being able to successfully seduce him." She turned around and crossed her arms. "There's no way that will work, he is not interested in meeting anyone. I mean did you see how he treated Erina Purkins?! She's been ranked most beautiful in Celebrity Times 3 years in a row!"
"Okay okay, keep it down." Wes grabbed her arm and looked up at her. Molly was rather tall, especially when she was wearing heels. "How about you just kiss him? You don't even have to sleep with him!"
"Eugh!" She shoved him away. "I'm going to go dance. I might as well have fun while we're here." She sauntered away, grabbing the hand of one of the onlookers and dragging him to the dance floor.
—--
"I just can't believe she would turn me down like that." Wes sobbed, downing another shot. "I spent weeks planning this out!"
"Mmm." The bartender hummed, clearly not paying attention, and sat another glass down for the drunk in front of him.
"There's no way I could do it without her. In order for the plan to work, someone needs to seduce him."
"Why don't you do it?" The bartender glared at his coworker.
"What did you just say?" Wes slowly lifted his head up.
"I'm not cleaning it, you do it asshole." He threw a rag at his colleague.
"Yeah! You're right! Sometimes you need to do it in the asshole!" Wes leapt up and downed his drink. "Thanks! Put it on his tab." He waved to the man who had been sitting across the bar from him.
"Woah." He wobbled over to the private area Volkov was lounging in. It seems he had drunk a little too much. It was okay though, Wes was excellent at pretending to be sober when he was actually wasted. He could probably even drive right now, though Molly would never let him.
Yeah, everything would be fine…
"Uff." He ran into something firm but a little squishy. "Ooo feels nice." He rubbed his head against the pillow.
"Excuse you." The pillow rumbled.
"Huh? Whose there?"
"I said excuse you." He was pulled off the pillow and came face to face with the owner of the deep voice.
"Waah!" Wes stumbled back and fell on his butt.
"Do you just go up to strangers and grope them however you please?" The man crossed his arms and scowled at the man at his feet.
"Uhh… uhh no." His face turned beet red.
"Explain yourself."
"Umm you see, I was just walking around and all of a sudden there I was on a comfy pillow… and then," he paused for suspense, "the pillow started talking, and walking, and yelling at me. Can you believe that? Pretty crazy, right?"
The man paused for a long moment, causing Wes to smile at him awkwardly in an attempt to ease the tension.
"HA! Hahahaha hahaha!"
He scooted back a bit as booming laughter came from the tall individual.
"Ha ha ha." Wes awkwardly tried to join in the laughter.
"Come, sit." A strong hand wrapped around Wes's wrist and pulled him to his feet.
—--
Perhaps it was because he was so drunk, or maybe it was because the taller man thought he was so hilarious, but Wes soon found himself rambling on and on to his newfound company. In fact, he was so caught up in the story he was telling about rigging a candy store lottery, that he didn't even notice Molly come up behind him.
"Hey! Let go!" Wes tried to pull away from the person that had just grabbed him, but the alcohol had made him weak.
"Excuse us for one moment." Molly smiled at new buddies, and hurriedly pulled Wes off the couch.
"What're you doin Mollz?" He swayed a bit as he followed her to the corner of the room.
"I'm the one who should be asking that question! Why are you hanging out with Alexander Volkov?!" She nervously glanced over her shoulder.
"Huh? That's not Alexander. That guy's name is Sasha. Toooatlly different." He pointed at the tall blonde man that sat waiting patiently at the table. His hand was propped on his chin, and he waved when he saw that Wes was pointing.
She forced his hand down. "Sasha is a nickname for Alexander dumbass."
"Nuh uh."
"Yeah huh."
"Nuh uh."
"Yeah… I'm not doing this with you. I've been your friend for how many years now?! Why would I lie to you about this?!"
Wes scrunched his eyebrows together. A face he often made when he was deep in thought.
"Oh shit."
"Oh shit, is right. We gotta figure out an excuse to get you out of here asap!"
"No, not that." He pushed his friend aside. "I was supposed to be seducing him if he's that Alexander guy."
"What?!" Molly screeched rather loudly, making the table that had gone back to talking turn and look at her.
"We are going home right now. You aren't in the right state of mind." She whispered to the brat that was trying his best to wiggle out of her grasp.
"No! I'm not going!" Wes pulled away and ran back over to the table.
"Wes, I swear you are…"
"I'm not ready yet." He leapt into Alexander's lap, and wrapped his arms around him. An act that the larger man found rather amusing.
"I'm sorry about him. I'll be taking him now, so…" Molly went to grab her drunken friend's arm, but froze when she noticed a small black object pointed at her.
"Ss… sorry about that." She lifted her arms up slowly. "Take good care of him, yeah?" Without looking back she hurried off. It was Wes after all, he'd be fine. That cocky brat could talk himself out of anything… right?
She almost turned back, but decided against it, instead walking swiftly towards the front door.
"I told him that guy was trouble."
—-
"Bleh." Wes stuck his tongue out as Molly walked off. He was a bit surprised she left so quickly. Usually she was very insistent, he had expected her to stick around nagging for another 20 minutes at least. Did Sasha do something?
He jostled a bit as the lap's owner laughed.
Nah, there's no shot. This guy had been all smiles since they met… Well, for the most part. Wes shivered a bit as thought about the scary face Alexander had made when he first bumped into him. He scooted around to face the man that he was sitting on to access his reaction, but he was just greeted with a warm smile.
"Someone's gotten bold."
"Ahh!" Wes gasped as a firm hand gasped his butt.
"That's a good reaction."
"W… wait! He squirmed trying to get off the lap he had confidently plopped himself down on minutes earlier.
"Hmm?" Sasha scowled, and squeezed harder.
"Ack!" The smaller man yelped. "No… umm no need to get aggressive. I'm just… I just… I don't like all these people watching!" He buried his hot face in the chest he had been rubbing against earlier.
"HA! Okay little fox." He wrapped his muscular arms around the boy that was straddling him. "Ivan, go fetch the car!"