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Wesley drabble!
Nov. 21st, 2004 11:18 pmWritten for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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He couldn’t go home. The Council refused him airfare. His pittance of a salary was gone. He did have a motorbike, a gift from a grateful bike dealer whom he’d saved from a Spnnyk demon. Wesley had sheepishly accepted it. His money wouldn’t last long.
He first planned to sell it and return home--to what? He’d been sacked and he couldn’t face his father in humiliation. And riding that bike made him feel powerful, mysterious and… sexy.
Wesley ran his hand over one leather-clad leg and whispered, “Rogue demon hunter.” He sped out onto the highway to points unknown.
open_on_sundayHe couldn’t go home. The Council refused him airfare. His pittance of a salary was gone. He did have a motorbike, a gift from a grateful bike dealer whom he’d saved from a Spnnyk demon. Wesley had sheepishly accepted it. His money wouldn’t last long.
He first planned to sell it and return home--to what? He’d been sacked and he couldn’t face his father in humiliation. And riding that bike made him feel powerful, mysterious and… sexy.
Wesley ran his hand over one leather-clad leg and whispered, “Rogue demon hunter.” He sped out onto the highway to points unknown.
