After deciding on an outfit, Wesley had gone down stairs to his desk to do some studying before the party.
He had his nose in one of his law books when his mother walked past, “It’s six thirty, Dear.”
She told him, placing a hand affectionately on his shoulder as she went.
Wesley looked around at the clock on the wall, “Oh, right. Thank you.”
How the time had flown by.
That gave Wesley enough time to shower and dress before the party at started as 7:30. He closed his book and went back up stairs to get ready.
He had decided to wear a dress shirt and a vest, with a pair of stylish jeans
. It was a great look for a party, without straying too far from usual apparel.
His mother, Vivian, smiled as she saw him coming down the stairs. He did look rather handsome, “You look nice, Dear.” “Thank you, Mother.”
He replied, as he took his jacket from the hooks by the front door and slipped it on.
Wesley stood by the door for a moment, silently contemplating. A fact that his mother noticed immediately.
She was just glad to see him actually going out, and to a party no less. She just hoped that he would not change his mind at this point, as he sometimes did at the thought of socializing somewhere outside of law school.
It was not like he was socially inept, he could just be somewhat socially awkward and occasionally backed out of plans because of it. “Are you ok, Dear?”
She asked, keeping her tone casual.
“Yes. I am just trying to decide whether to walk or drive.”
Wesley considered it for a moment.
He felt good enough now, but he always grew weaker as the day went on, would he be too tired to walk back home by time the party was over?“I’ll drive.”
He conceded, the tiniest hint of defeat in his voice.
With that he reached for his very comforting green, fingerless gloves.“Your taking those?”
Vivian asked, mildly exasperated. “You look so handsome, do you really want to ruin that nice outfit with those tatty things?”“They are not tatty.”
He replied. “Yes, well they are not exactly stylish either.”
Wes loved his mother dearly, but he did liked to bother her snobbish side.
Vivian sighed and rolled her eyes as Wesley put the gloves in his pocket regardless of her comments.
A little impish smile grew on his face, “Don’t wait up.”
He said lovingly, with a playful grin.“Yeah, right.”
Vivian replied. Her mild annoyance melting into amusement by his charm.
Like there was any chance Wes would be out until all hours of the morning. His Myasthenia gravis probably would not let him, even if he wanted to.
And with that Wes opened the door and headed out.