[Skullcrusher]

Wes sits on the third floor balcony sipping a mojito and people watching contemplating leaping from his balcony into the pool to see if he can do it. He gets up and sizes up the distance to the edge...fortunately the deep end is on his side. Like that mattered. He's jumped into shallower. He rubs his knee remembering that incident.

Wes stands 6 foot tall and is well built. Not a puff body builder but looks like he is relatively fit. He wears a red hawaiian shirt unbuttoned and yellow swim trucks. His steely blue eyes show the intensity of his profession. He has thick wavy black hair and he has stubble from not shaving for a day or so.

His room looks slightly disorganized...empty beer bottles and cocktail glasses are scatter about on various surfaces. His suit case is open on the table next to the window. His week's worth of clothes sit messily hanging out the case. He has a suit hung up hurriedly in the closet with an already tied tie drapped over the hanger. He has a pair of jeans laying on the bed along with a couple other hawaiin shirts drapped over the chairs. A pair of well worn cowboy boots sit in his closet along with a pair of crosstrainers.