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Can someone shoot me in the face? Finals are killing me.

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ooc: I feel so bad taking Nick from Jeff.

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Wes smirked and winked at Nick. "Wouldn't it be easier just to say Wes first?" He strode up to the counter and got the attention of the Barista. "I'll have a caramel machiatto and a medium mocha with extra whip for the loser here." He looked back and winked at Nick.

Coffee|| Wes & Nick

Wes chuckled. “We shall, Nicky.” He said putting an emphasis on the nickname. He walked arm in arm with him down to his car. Soon Wes pulls into the Lima Bean parking lot and is going around to Nick’s side, opening the door for him.

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Wes chuckled. "We shall, Nicky." He said putting an emphasis on the nickname. He walked arm in arm with him down to his car. Soon Wes pulls into the Lima Bean parking lot and is going around to Nick's side, opening the door for him.

Coffee|| Wes & Nick

Wes smirked, noting the bruise on Nick’s chin. “Sup bro.” He nodded in greeting. “I was thinking we could go to the Lima Bean.” He offered his arm jokingly, with a bow and an imaginary tip of the hat.

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Wes smirked, noting the bruise on Nick's chin. "Sup bro." He nodded in greeting. "I was thinking we could go to the Lima Bean." He offered his arm jokingly, with a bow and an imaginary tip of the hat.

Coffee|| Wes & Nick

Wes made his way down to Nick’s dorm. He was still in his uniform, sans the blazer and his sleeves were rolled up. He had a very relaxed posture as he knocked on Nick’s door, waiting for the brunette boy to answer.

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Coffee|| Wes & Nick

Wes made his way down to Nick's dorm. He was still in his uniform, sans the blazer and his sleeves were rolled up. He had a very relaxed posture as he knocked on Nick's door, waiting for the brunette boy to answer.

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Text|| @ Nick

Wes: And here I was, about to ask you out to coffee as an apology.

Nick: ....coffee? I like coffee. If you buy me some I'll forgive you.

Wes: I'll pick you up at your dorm room in 15 then.

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Text|| @ Nick

Wes: Hey tiger. How're the bruises healing?

Nick: If it isn't Saint Wesley. My bruises are healing just fine thank you. How are YOUR bruises?

Wes: What bruises, Nicky? Ain't got a scratch on me.

Nick: Surree you don't. We both know I got you good in that fight. I let you win ;)

Wes: And here I was, about to ask you out to coffee as an apology.

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Text|| @ Nick

Wes: Hey tiger. How're the bruises healing?

Nick: If it isn't Saint Wesley. My bruises are healing just fine thank you. How are YOUR bruises?

Wes: What bruises, Nicky? Ain't got a scratch on me.

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Text|| @ Nick

Wes: Hey tiger. How're the bruises healing?

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Wes smiled at the boy, feeling the post-fight high. He clapped Nick's shoulder and winked. "You too man. You were some tough competition."

Fight 1 || Saint Wesley & Nick 'The Quick' Duval

Everyone began to cheer. Wes stood, getting off of Nick and holding his hand out to help him up. One thing most people didn’t get about Fight Club was at the end of the day, they were all friends.

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Everyone began to cheer. Wes stood, getting off of Nick and holding his hand out to help him up. One thing most people didn't get about Fight Club was at the end of the day, they were all friends.

Fight 1 || Saint Wesley & Nick 'The Quick' Duval

Wes scrambled to get on top of Nick. He held him down with his knee and pulled his arm backwards. He leaned down so that he was down by Nick’s ear. “Tap out bro.” He whispered.

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Wes scrambled to get on top of Nick. He held him down with his knee and pulled his arm backwards. He leaned down so that he was down by Nick's ear. "Tap out bro." He whispered.

Fight 1 || Saint Wesley & Nick 'The Quick' Duval

Wes wriggled under Nick’s weight. He finally managed to free his arms and punched upward, hoping to catch Nick in the jaw while he brought his leg up to kick Nick in the back.

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Wes wriggled under Nick's weight. He finally managed to free his arms and punched upward, hoping to catch Nick in the jaw while he brought his leg up to kick Nick in the back.

Fight 1 || Saint Wesley & Nick 'The Quick' Duval

Wes gasped as he felt Nick’s foot on his back. He tried to turn himself around and grab Nick’s leg, so he could pull him back down to the ground. He needed to pin him. He needed to be in control of this fight.

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Wes gasped as he felt Nick's foot on his back. He tried to turn himself around and grab Nick's leg, so he could pull him back down to the ground. He needed to pin him. He needed to be in control of this fight.

Fight 1 || Saint Wesley & Nick 'The Quick' Duval

Wes smirked, succeeding in bringing Nick to the ground. He brought himself up to a crouching position, ready to pounce on Nick. He leaned back on his heels and suddenly sprung up, diving at the boy.

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Wes smirked, succeeding in bringing Nick to the ground. He brought himself up to a crouching position, ready to pounce on Nick. He leaned back on his heels and suddenly sprung up, diving at the boy.

Fight 1 || Saint Wesley & Nick 'The Quick' Duval

Wes barely managed to dodge the uppercut. But in doing so, he lost his balance. He struggled to regain his wits.

He decided while he was low on the ground he might was well try to get him down to his level. He swept his leg out and tried to kick his legs out from under him.