To The Mountaintop
04-18-2017, 11:08 AM
This interaction seemed to be going real well so far. The little female had excused his intrusion readily, and though he’d bumped her a bit with his head in his bow, she hadn’t moved too far off. He mumbled a quick “Sorry,” before she stepped back and finished speaking, introducing herself. “Esmee,” he repeated slowly. “You’ve got yourself a real purty name there, miss. Pleasure’s all mine. And you can call me Wes, or Darlin’, whatever suits your fancy.” He added the last bit with a wink, grinning the whole time. At least, until someone crashed their little party.
Sure, Wesson had been worried about Colt. In any other circumstance, he’d be overjoyed to see him. But did he really have to show up now? The kid was so righteous he stunk of it. Wes wasn’t in the mood to have to overanalyze every move he made or word he said just to avoid a scrap with his little brother. Now his whole meeting with the pretty little lady in front of him was under a microscope. He narrowed his eyes and frowned at his little brother. “Awh hell, Colt,” he groaned irritably.“
Wes watched his brother’s interaction with Esmee without another remark until introductions were through. He smirked at her and bumped his brother’s shoulder with his own. Fortunately he was one of few in the family tall enough to do it, only three inches shorter than his monster of a sibling. “Little brother, you know mama raised me better than to go and forget how to treat a lady. Have a little faith, will ya?” He turned his attention back to Esmee. “Fine by me, darlin’. Just help me keep an eye on this one so he don’t go gettin’ lost again.”
Sure, Wesson had been worried about Colt. In any other circumstance, he’d be overjoyed to see him. But did he really have to show up now? The kid was so righteous he stunk of it. Wes wasn’t in the mood to have to overanalyze every move he made or word he said just to avoid a scrap with his little brother. Now his whole meeting with the pretty little lady in front of him was under a microscope. He narrowed his eyes and frowned at his little brother. “Awh hell, Colt,” he groaned irritably.“
Wes watched his brother’s interaction with Esmee without another remark until introductions were through. He smirked at her and bumped his brother’s shoulder with his own. Fortunately he was one of few in the family tall enough to do it, only three inches shorter than his monster of a sibling. “Little brother, you know mama raised me better than to go and forget how to treat a lady. Have a little faith, will ya?” He turned his attention back to Esmee. “Fine by me, darlin’. Just help me keep an eye on this one so he don’t go gettin’ lost again.”