Stone-faced, Wesley squinted at Damon and teased, “Am I a man or not?
You want to check it for yourself?” Then he dropped the F word, in such a casual
way, you'd think he was a crackhead from the backstreets.
A chuckle rang in the corridor all of a sudden. But obviously, it was not Damon
who had let out this chirpy chuckle.
“Who's that Laughing?”
In confusion, the two of them simultaneously turned and looked towards the
elevator, where the chuckle had come from. There stood near the elevator was a
woman, staring at them with a smiling face that indicated she had stood there for
some time, watching them argue. “Holy cow!” Wesley cursed when he realized it
was Blair.
“When did you sneak up on us?”
Earlier, they had reached the hospital together and then separated, each one to
their own businesses. Wesley had come to visit Carlos while
Blair had come to visit her friend. She said there was something she wanted to
pick from the friend. They'd agreed to meet later on, and
Wesley would drive her back home.
It only happened that Blair didn’t take long at her friend's place.
Since she had a lot of time on her hands, she had done a little window shopping
on the street nearby the hospital and gone to a cafe for coffee until it was time to
come here as agreed. For a few minutes, she had tried to wait outside, but it was
a Little too cold. So she decided to come in and head upstairs where she knew
he was. But the moment she stepped out of the elevator, she had accidentally
overheard an improper talk that was going on between these two men. Stealthily,
she had sneaked up on them, until she couldn't move anymore, without being
noticed. She had leaned against the wall only a minute before Wesley snapped
with the profanity that made her chuckle. But immediately she had realized it was
a crude remark that wasn't funny at all.
Now seeing Blair covering her mouth, as if she was undecided between
amusement and anger at his tasteless Language, Wesley asked with a dark face,
“Is it funny?”
To which Blair retorted, “It's more thoughtless than funny, if that's what you
thought. Such a flat joke, unless the two of you are used to such Language from
the gutter.” Trying her hardest to maintain a calm face, she added, “I never
knew... Wesley, you have homosexual tendency...”
Damon who had stood and watched her reaction quietly now spoke, taking the
chance to throw in wisecrack. In a mock gesture of flirting, he echoed Blair's
retort by holding Wesley's shoulders and winking suggestively.
“Wesley, let's get a hotel room now.”
Unable to hold back her laughter, she Laughed and shot back, “Oh, now, that's
funny!” Then she noticed Wesley's deadpan face and angry glare.
But she didn’t care and looked him straight in the eye, as she kept laughing
Loudly.
Awkward, Wesley softly kicked Damon in the shins and spat coldly, “Get your
dirty fingers off my shoulders. I'11 be at the barracks later. See me at the camp if
you want my pistol!” Then he made two quick steps to
Blair, grabbed her by the arm and left straight away.
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Hey, I need to take the elevator!” she
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excused herself. “Is Wesley serious
that we are taking the staircase, from
right here on the 18th floor!? Jeez!
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Wesley dragged her all the way to the
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After descending one floor, Blair clutched the railing of the staircase tightly and
refused to go on foot anymore.
“I'm not feeling well. You take the stairs and I will take an elevator.”
Wesley turned around, staring at the complaining woman.