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Jul 8 2018, 08:31 PM
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Wesley was taking full advantage of the weather by being seen at a variety of social events, although the truth was that they were all sweltering and everyone there complained about it. He didn’t really spend long at them, but he was photographed entering the building, photographed smiling at complete strangers or enjoying a deep discussion about Ascot with them, and then photographed leaving later on, entering a car and heading back to his hotel. He had become quite adept at managing the paparazzi for himself, but less so when it came to Bree, who had not really been photographed with him for obvious reasons, and he didn’t want to splash her face all over London- not sure why, but he got the feeling her Wendy Pan thing might not approve of this shenanigan. He had, instead, offered her the chance to have the photographing done, but much further away from London so that they would avoid a front page and end up as a fluff piece in the Daily Mail instead.
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Also, selfishly, someone had offered him use a yacht over a weekend, and he couldn’t go alone.
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The yacht in question might not be large, but it was comfortable, and Wesley couldn’t judge; he had never had a boat to himself before, his last time on one might have been a catamaran in Spain in his teen years when they’d attempted to see fish through the glass floor. This yacht was obviously a cut above that, right down to the small kitchenette where he happily constructed a cocktail for Bree and grabbed a cool drink from the fridge for himself and headed back out to the deck to hand it over. It felt like the tax he had to pay for the fact that Bree had to spend a weekend with him (he was sleeping on the floor in their shared bedroom that night).
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“Are they still taking photos? You’d think you get one picture of us looking happy, you’ve got the whole lot,” he sighed, but altered it immediately into a wide smile and fake laugh, as appropriate, leaning on the railing so that they could so picturesque, they’d practically be a stock photo. “Anyway, what do you want to do? Classic Titanic pose? Should I rub sunscreen on you?” he enquired, sure there were a lot of things wanted to see a young, rich couple doing, mostly to judge them for their impropriety on private property.


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Wesley hadn’t known of the black and white ball before arriving in London but as the entire city of socialites geared up for it, he had gotten the details from Eleonore. As far as he could see, it was part-socialite event, part-party, and his job was just to match the dress code, do as he’d done for the past few months, and have some fun with these doors. He had done some of that last part first, taking a weird stroll around a rooftop garden just by going through one door, but eventually, the house had deposited him back into the main ball room, which he took as a sign to get something to drink, recoup and then carry on if he wanted to. This was nothing like the event he’d been to before, which is to say that he was enjoying himself immensely. He had spoken to one old friend he’d made, the two of them sharing suggestions on where to go in the house, and then immediately been snapped up by an old family friend who, for some reason, would not let him politely back out of the conversation before it got too detailed. He kept things vague, assured her that his family was fine and then – horror of horrors!- she enquired about his fiancé, who he always described as well. Well, where was she? enquired the disastrous family friend, before he could explain that she was absent because of the wedding planning.
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Thinking quickly, Wesley made a show of glancing around- “Oh, I’m sure she was here a minute ago, do you think she’s gone to-“ His eyes fell on someone he recognised heading his way, and not in the socialite way, and before he remind himself that this was a terrible, terrible plan, he immediately burst out into a gracious smile. “Never mind, here she is!” he corrected himself, reaching out for Bree’s hand before she swept right past him and ruined his best-laid, admittedly hasty, plans. There was a moment where he remembered she had pulled a gun on him and she might have something similar going on tonight, but maybe his luck would continue and he pulled her closer before she could argue, holding on a little too tightly in case she tried to run. “Aunt Gertrude, this is” – another pause, this time not because he’d forgotten her name, but because, the weaponry still in mind, if he needed her to protect his secret, he would have to protect hers; he glanced her over to come up with an appropriate fake name. “my fiancé, Amelia. Amelia, darling, please say hello to my father’s friend. Please,” he added, a little more desperately, hoping that only one of the women in attendance would note the change in tone.


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A lot of Wes’ life seemed to pass in a hotel room nowadays. He didn’t think he should complain, considering the sheer amount of space afforded to him for absolutely nothing, but it was, well, boring. The television only had a few select channels, and he had gotten bored of them. He could ask for things and have them delivered to his room, but he wasn’t in the mood to read, doodle, surf the internet or clean his room anymore than it needed to be. Even his go-to hobby didn’t hold much of a lustre for him that afternoon and he had taken to counting down the minutes, staring at the clock, for when he could conceivably change into his suit and attend an evening party (what was it for? He didn’t know. He’d check the invitation later). Naturally, the clock seemed to be going super slow.
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The sound of his door clicking open didn’t quite register at first but then he realised there was no need for someone to come in. Housekeeping had been by earlier, replacing his towels and making his bed. The all-purpose man who did things like arrange his cars and make tailoring appointments always knocked twice and waited. “Giles?” he started, swinging off his four-poster bed and heading into the living area of his suite, curious to know what had happened; perhaps housekeeping needed to drop off more shampoo or someone had been given the wrong key. Instead, at the sight of a young woman, he mentally stuttered, having not planned for this. “Excuse me-“ he started, trying to sound polite and self-effacing, even vaguely charming; he was Wesley Devereux and he should be able to make people talk to him with nothing more than a genial smile which, of course, slipped the moment he recognised the woman, turning what should a friendly question into something more sarcastic, “What, did you come to finish the job?”


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Frankly speaking, Wes didn’t actually know whose birthday it was. He had been on the way there, but the moment he had wished the birthday boy happy birthday and had a quick photo with them, handing over a present that he hadn’t even picked out, it had become obvious that the real reason he had arrived was the alcohol, the chance to drink said alcohol, and the people he got to meet. He had met someone who claimed to be a distant cousin- Wes, laughing lightly: oh, I’ll take your word for it!- and gamely ignored someone he had hooked up with last week and regaled a new person with an outlandish tale of how he’d ended up in London, all inbetween drinks that were pressed into his hand. It didn’t matter that he could already feel his fifteen minutes of fame waning, feel himself becoming just another person in this social circle; that could only be a good thing, to be seen as incredibly normal.
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He had been in the midst of handing over an empty glass to the bartender and getting a full one in return when someone else arrived, chattering loudly; unfortunately, between the music and his own tipsiness, he had no idea what they were saying, but they had bought a girl along with them and were looking incredibly friendly about it all. Before he could ask for clarification, they’d disappeared again and he blinked at the woman who’d appeared, wondering if he was supposed to know her. She looked vaguely familiar, but then, everyone tended to blur together after a while. “Sorry,” he said over the sound of the music himself, deciding he would absolutely be forgiven for a social faux pas; he already had been multiple times. “What was she trying to say? I’m Wesley,” he tried, in case his name was supposed to remind them of something.

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■ before i start this, i should say that the best thing to do is read wes' app to figure out who he is :| i will endeavour to explain this properly anyway - but mostly i'm looking for a "sister" <p>
■ the fc i've used here is alexandra park - i'm kind of set on her because 1. she looks nothing like him which is relevant and 2. she has gifs with wes' fc! the age is open (as shown); wes is 24, so anything that's not implausible is okay. her last name should be devereux, she should be a civilian (u can turn her later on into something else, that's chill). i need her specifically for this plot - so if you have other plans, ways you want her to go, etc, that's fine, as long as she can still fulfill this role :')<p>
caroline (u can change the name, obviously) is the daughter of a viscount, grew up in kent, and is, really, pretty darn normal. her brother, however, is not; he is severely agoraphobic and it is nothing short of a miracle if he leaves his room. for her part, caroline cares very much about him but also recognises that she can't do much to help him and lets him alone when he asks her to. <p>
■ caroline likes to spends her summers in london because that's where all the parties are! weirdly, it turns out her brother is in town - that brother is wes, stealing her brother's identity because he has the exact same name as her bro. obviously, they'll meet and she'll know the truth because she's really the only person who's seen her brother ever. <p>
■ tbh i fully imagine that although she's a bit alarmed at first, she kind of... finds it hilarious- she's probably grown up with very few consequences, and here's someone who'll go drinking with her/attends parties/is getting her invites to cool places. so she goes along for the ride, smooths over cracks, etc., and gets a laugh out of it - which is really what i need her for, to make sure wes isn't caught out straight away 8) <p>
■ her history is largely open - she has to be from kent, obvs, and have a very reclusive brother- and her personality away from this ad is all yours, as is her future plots (as i doubt she's going to largely affected by anything wes does :') ). if you have further questions tho, pls feel free to pm/aim/ask me for skype!

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