Exit Post (pre-OOM)
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce comes down the stairs, and from the look on his face, he's in no mood to talk to anyone. Well, except for Bar, apparently, because he heads straight over to her and orders a Lagavulin, watching his bar tab take another little jump. It's not that much, really, but it's more than he has with him here.
He suspects Andrew would be happy to help him pay down his tab, but Wesley's never been good at turning to allies for--hello. That's new.
Wes sets his glass back on the bar, his mouth open in surprise. Is that the Door? He looks at Bar for a long moment before a look of understanding comes over him.
"It's a kind of test, isn't it?" He gazes at the door again, and then nods. "Right."
He asks Bar for a small bag containing several innocuous things, and when it appears, he puts it over his shoulder, gets up from the bar, walks over to the Door to open it, and steps right through.
He suspects Andrew would be happy to help him pay down his tab, but Wesley's never been good at turning to allies for--hello. That's new.
Wes sets his glass back on the bar, his mouth open in surprise. Is that the Door? He looks at Bar for a long moment before a look of understanding comes over him.
"It's a kind of test, isn't it?" He gazes at the door again, and then nods. "Right."
He asks Bar for a small bag containing several innocuous things, and when it appears, he puts it over his shoulder, gets up from the bar, walks over to the Door to open it, and steps right through.