The taste of his orange and soda wasn’t all that satisfying but for Wes, it was suitable as he was driving that night. He scanned the room with is now almost universally known dark eyes, watching as more and more of the “elite” filed into the golf club. One gentleman took a seat next to him and Wesley immediately recognised him as Jon Templeton, one hell of a director. “Evening Mr Templeton, it’s good to meet you finally. I’ve followed your work” Two other men joined the table, neither of whom he recognised. One made a joke about a DP and the other addressed him as Wesley Creed rather than Reed. Wes just couldn’t be bothered to correct him. As he talked with the other men, Wes continued to scan the room. Where was Jen? She was supposed to be coming tonight. Was something the matter with Tilly? Surely she would’ve called him if something was the matter with their baby. The father in him was becoming worried. “I hear you’re nearly set for your Bound by Blood project, Jon. That’ll be one hell of a production. Grand scale all the way I imagine”

Wes turned his head slightly to order another drink. “Orange and soda please” He handed his empty to the waiter and as he left the actors line of site, he caught the gaze of a black and red haired woman. She would definitely stand out in the crowd that night. Returning his attention to the table, Wes moved his slightly crooked fork back into place. “Not to sound like a downer but I kind of just want these evening to end