Thursdays dragged at Everglades, and this one dragged more than any other Wes had endured. While he was used to there being fewer customers on these days, he usually didn't mind as much because it gave him plenty of time to play grab ass with Noel. Any other Thursday, Wes would have been praying for an empty bar, but today, he desperately prayed for Everglades to be full of patrons. The quietness would only make things more awkward with Noel. He had agreed to talk to Jake, but he had no idea what he would say to the man. The entire situation seemed stranger than fiction and Wes didn't do fiction.
“You look pretty glum." Glancing up, Wes saw Dimitri Everest standing there leaning on the bar. “Aren't bartenders supposed to be chipper?" the alpha of Bull Creek asked.
Wes tried to force a sm
