They were partway through the Warbler meeting when Wes's skin started to itch. He waited it out but it only got worse, and he ended up ending the meeting early.
"Why'd you end it early?" Thad asked, checking the time.
Wes got up, pulling off his blazer. "Because I think I'm getting hives."
"What?" David asked, alarmed.
He looked at his arms, and sure enough, from his hands to elbows were patches of red welts. "I don't even know what I did, I started getting them like halfway through the meeting."
"I don't think you did anything," Thad said. He ran a hand over Wes's side of the desk, before picking up his gavel. "I was wondering why the desk and gavel were so shiny. I thought you might have polished the gavel, but the desk wouldn't be shiny too. I think there's oil on it."
"Oil?" David asked.
"Grape seed oil."
Wes's eyes narrowed. "That bitchy, jealous little pervert," he growled, pulling his blazer back on.
David looked alarmed. "What? Who? How do you know how it is?"
"Besides you guys, only two people know I'm allergic to grapes. Jeff, and Nick." He said the name like it disgusted him. "I'm going to shower and then have a talk with him."
"Wait, how is Nick a pervert?" Wes was leaving, and David repeated, "How is Nick a pervert?!"
"Nick being in Wes's body for a day and then Wes calling him a pervert does not sit well with me," Thad said, looking after Wes. "Especially when he's got a crush on him."
"He what?"
