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Born: 20 August 1990
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Character's Age: 25
Blood Status: Half Blood
Relationship Status: Married
Partner: Kate Morello
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Former School: Hogwarts
Joined: 4-November 17
Last Seen: Jan 6 2018, 05:39 AM
Local Time: Jan 21 2018, 12:30 AM
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Nov 5 2017, 06:05 PM
Las Vegas was probably not a destination that anyone would expect Wesley Morello to prioritize or jet set to. Perhaps in his youth, he may have exuded a very Vegas mindset, and would have loved the perfect trifecta of indulgences that the Nevada attraction had to offer - booze, women, and gambling - but as he had a very public life, one that emphasized the importance of remaining appropriate and scandal-free if he wanted to reap the full benefits of his chosen career, Sin City probably wasn't the best place for him to spend any amount of time or to be found.
Alas, when he'd gotten the call from a lifelong family friend (that he practically considered to be a brother) requesting for him to be one of the groomsman at his wedding, Wes found himself dusting off his passport, boarding a plane to New York City, where he met up with his pal and the others - before eventually heading off to the City of Lights for the bachelor party. It wasn't a scene that excited Wes anymore, but he wasn't going to be a drag and deny his friend either his presence or fun. He'd tag along, play
along, and make the most of the situation he found himself in. While the Chaser was often grumpy, he wasn't selfish, and wouldn't ruin this special time in his friends' life.
It being their first night of what was supposed to be a four day trip, Wes had planned on taking it slow. After all, he'd gotten all of his partying out of his system back at Hogwarts (where he wasn't exactly the poster child for Ravenclaw), and had a facade to uphold. Unfortunately, things didn't go according to plan. It had been a while since he'd drank - combined with his misjudgment of what his tolerance was back then and not considering that it had changed much over the years, he downed two straight shots, one of tequila, one of whiskey, and a third unknown concoction at the urging of the groom and his other friends that had come along on the trip.
Wes, of course, tried to remain responsible, though quite evidently buzzed. He took off from the bar, towards the casino floor with an old fashioned in his hand, finding his way towards a blackjack table. The first clue that he wasn't exactly sober was the fact that he'd put down $200 almost immediately. Taking a gamble wasn't really in the Chaser's nature anymore; he much preferred the safer route, the sure thing - but under the influence of the alcohol and under the pressure of his friends, he loosened up a bit, and found himself just rolling with the punches. The Englishman was no card maven, however, and soon found himself $200 poorer and back at the bar for another drink.
He figured he'd lick his wounds, get some liquid confidence, and would set out onto the floor again - perhaps this time, trying his hand at poker, or maybe he'd just take it easy and would kill some time on the slot machines. Steps one and two were both accomplished with ease - refill in hand, Wes turned to set out for some more chances to (hopefully) catch a break and score a big win, but an all-too familiar figure came into sight, and he found himself approaching to investigate. Normally, the subject was one that he'd avoid, but seeing as both were quite
far from home, curiosity and the need to point out the irony got to him, and drew him in.
What a wild
fucking coincidence. Armed with his usual sarcasm, Wes casually glided towards @kate , offering a un
usual bewildered, playful grin (that was definitely the alcohol) as he announced himself with a quote from the Muggle classic, Casablanca
. [font color="#e49822"]"Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world...she walks into mine..."[/font] Wes shook his head in disbelief, before adding a dig at his blonde adversary, something much more characteristic of the Wes most people - especially her
- were familiar with. [font color="#e49822"]"You're a long way from home. Used up all of your tricks and surprises in the English bars, so you had to come to America, did you?"[/font]Kate Morello
Nov 5 2017, 06:03 PM
Some days, Wesley wondered if he had made the right choice several years ago when he took that contract with the Wimbourne Wasps. Considering the current state of his broomstick and protective gear, one would think that he played for the Falmouth Falcons. Though his playing style was aggressive for that of a Chaser, and occasionally even mimicked that of the most ruthless, highest-fouling team in the English circuit, Wes was honestly glad that he didn't
play for the Falcons. While his talent could have fit in well, he didn't have as high of expectations for his personality. If his history of butting heads with their douchebag of a player, @nikolai was any indication, it was a safe bet that Wes wouldn't have fit in.
Even if he had been given the opportunity to leave the Wasps, Wes wouldn't dream of it. His feet were firmly planted. He was in a good position with the team, and had built a generally decent rapport with his teammates. Aside from the few relationships that he had made throughout Hogwarts, the other members of the Wasps - aside from a few of the newcomers - had been some of the longest standing relationships he'd ever had in his life. That's what you got, he supposed, when your mum picked a real
winner. Thankfully, he had his sister, Lily, to understand and share his pain of neglect, so he didn't feel entirely
Alone wasn't such a terrible place to be, Wes remembered, as he fought through the obscene mass of crowds in Hogsmeade, rolling his eyes or scoffing each time his shoulder got bumped or jarred. His goal was a simple one - to replace some of his gear. The Wasps' last match against the Chudley Cannons had been a near blowout, but not without some casualties - Wes's shin guards and his left boot being just a few of those said casualties. His shin guards had been irreparably damaged during a move in which he took his flight a little too low to the ground in an attempt to guard the Quaffle; it wasn't his finest moment, skidding many, many feet across the field and flipping several times in the process.
Mistakes were part of the game, though; while his protective equipment was lost, the game was not. Wesley came back and made several redeeming plays during the remainder of the game, including a rather impressive save after being hit wickedly hard by an enemy Bludger. At some point, he'd lost his left boot - Merlin knew how
, but he had. While he could wear any old shoes during practices, sneakers weren't exactly in regulation for official matches. Seeing as the Wasps had yet another game in just a few days' time, Wes had little choice but to come to Spintwitches to replace his defunct gear.
He'd honestly have rather picked a less busy day - aka not
a weekend - but his practice schedule and impending game left little time else. Wesley sighed rather dramatically as he pushed through the crowd near the entrance. Well, if nothing else, the haunted houses attracted plenty of foot traffic, and with foot traffic came business. Not that Spintwitches needed much help in that department - between amateur players, school-level players, hobbyists, collectors, and professional players, Wes was sure that they did just
fine, fall festival or not. He was glad for the owners, really, he was, but for someone who had become so accustomed to being alone to the point that not
being alone was a foreign, strange concept, the crowds were a bit unsettling and frustrating.
To add to the frustration, Wes's appearance in a store full of people who eat, breathed, and slept Quidditch only made his mission to get in and get out with the stuff he needed more difficult than what it already was. As soon as he realized he'd caught a few peoples' curious glances, he quickly flipped the hood of his hoodie up over his head, hoping he could evade drawing a crowd. Of course, he'd already been targeted by a group of young girls who flocked to his side for a quick photo op; thankfully, it was somewhat behind a merchandise rack, hiding the scene from the majority of the crowd. Wes did notice that just a few feet away, another young girl looked on skeptically. Not interested in any more fan-filled moments, Wes quickly turned around and buried his nose into the rack of clothing in front of him to both hide his face, as well as ward off any suspicion. Upon realizing what team's section this was, he scoffed. Ugh. The Appleby Arrows
He certainly hoped now, more than ever, that neither fans nor photogs would catch a glimpse of this. Digging around in fan memorabilia plastered with the emblem of your enemy wouldn't be a very good look for him, and would be absolutely terrible publicity for the Wasps. Wes shuffled his feet, shifting down the rack in an attempt to get away from the pale blue colored clothing, trying to look as casual as possible, at least until the staring girl a few feet away from him walked away so that he could proceed towards the back to get what he came for…and then to get the hell out of here.
idk if you want to transfer this
idk i'm bringing everything lol
i'll fix code l8rrrrrrrKate Morello