Plei, I honestly think someone dropped the ball on that one, in the writing assignment of which drink to give him.

Eh, nah. It makes a lot of character sense, if you think of him as someone who didn't drink anything harder than a good beer for most of his life, and wasn't about to start in with the Booze of His Father when he did hit the hard stuff. And you can track his character progression with it, because it maps hella well. (Prissy, fussy, fruity drinks gradually change to stronger, harder, more typically manly drinks.)

The first time we really see him *hitting* the hard stuff, he's with Cordy and Gunn, and they're randomly ordering drinks after Angel's fired them. The lighter, fluffier, less sure of himself Wesley would (and probably did) just pull an "I'll have what she's having" when Cordy ordered, as he's still growing into himself, and learning to trust his own opinions.

I don't see him as having had any serious solo benders after he came to LA until S3 (even torture only drove him to beer), at which point he starts adding the Booze of his Father to his beer, leading up to the point where, after a feud with Lilah, we see him drinking it solo for the first time.

Ok, thanks.(Honestly, I also think there are some people who would pick Scotch because they are ignorant of drinking and think that's "civilized'. Went through my head, I must confess, for that reason only. And I know chardonnay is rather the default for women on TV, but Kay is one of the guys! She doesn't drink that...I drink that...well, Zin is better, but she wouldn't drink that, either.)

Oh, Scotch is civilized, provided it's a decent single malt, no ice, in a proper glass, with perhaps a drop of water for release.

Make no mistake, I love characters who drink Scotch, because I can write about it with the same glee I apply to the taste of sweat on a woman's skin, or the scent of coffee rising up from the mug. It's that sort of a pleasure, I fear, so I'm glad Wesley's finally on the brown stuff.

But I didn't want to say that because "I've heard of that." Right? And I'm afraid it's wasted on me. I could not appreciate the twelve y.o. Scotch... you can hate me now.

But I didn't want to say that because "I've heard of that." Right? And I'm afraid it's wasted on me. I could not appreciate the twelve y.o. Scotch... you can hate me now.

t loves on Erika, hogs all the scotch.

Cool. Win-win, like in that effective people book. (Though I don't think that's what he meant.)

HA! erika gets the love, Plei gets the Macallens.

You know, you're dead right, of course. I keep forgetting his warm toasty fruity stage. But part of me is always going to see him doing the jump from prissy idiot to James Bond, just because the in-between stage was so odd for me to watch.

He's a fun character, Wes is. Not boring, ever.

You know, you're dead right, of course. I keep forgetting his warm toasty fruity stage. But part of me is always going to see him doing the jump from prissy idiot to James Bond, just because the in-between stage was so odd for me to watch.

His warm, toasty, fruity stage makes me so sad, because for a short span of it, he's almost happy, and I just know it all goes down hill from there.

Want more Munch.

Want day to be over.

More Munch!

Actually, as nice as more Munch is going to be? I'm dying to see what erika does with Kay Howard singing Nancy Sinatra and Lorne fainting over it.

Plei, are you on AIM later?

Plei, are you on AIM later?

Ping me. I'm not sure. I keep getting pulled into Actual Real Errands as C-Day rises up to eat my head. Thank DOG tomorrow is a Day Off.