[Wes has been feeling strange all through dinner. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just that he's been having impulses which - had he been thinking more clearly - would have been troubling. He's warmer than normal, some would even say a bit flushed. Which would explain why he'd undone another shirt button. Perhaps he's just mildly tipsy - not that he recalls drinking more than he normally would.
Right now, he's leaning back against his chair and musing to himself that the table is full of rather impossibly attractive women. Each and every one of them are stunning in their own right. Even Simon is an extremely handsome fellow. He's in very good company tonight.]
We ought to have a toast. Each of us going around the table and saying what we're thankful for.
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Right now, he's leaning back against his chair and musing to himself that the table is full of rather impossibly attractive women. Each and every one of them are stunning in their own right. Even Simon is an extremely handsome fellow. He's in very good company tonight.]
We ought to have a toast. Each of us going around the table and saying what we're thankful for.