<strong>NAME:</strong>Benny Rothschild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236424#msg13236424)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Mercenary t-shirt (http://www.mercenary.dk/Shopfolder/merch/todd_tshirt.png), jeans, Converse sneakers, his trusty, dusty brown jacket that he should probably get cleaned<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery’s - Stairs, Kitchen, Outside<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Broodiness, Underage Drinking<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy, Phil, Leanne, Marco, Naomi, Jenna, Zoe, Isis...<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>Benny had completely forgotten his intention of knocking the legs from Naomi's proverbial chair by time she was in his face giving him a lecture. His eyebrows creased together in an angered frown, eager for the opportunity to spit right back... only in typical Naomi fashion, she was just too busy being Little Miss Universe to even completely concentrate on chewing him out.<br/><br/>With a huff Benny watched her retreat around the side of the house, turning back to the crowd at hand. Before he could even say anything Leanne was on him. What, they weren't sickened by Marco's virgin-like desperation? Jesus, it's not like he actually<em>said</em>Naomi's promiscuity was bad. It was that promiscuity that got Benny himself laid, after all! If you asked him, all of Naomi's posturing about her progressive attitudes was just covering up for some serious insecurities. In fact, he opened his mouth to say such things -- prefaced, of course, with how the word of a Call Girl Drug Dealer was worth about as little as one of her no doubt limp-wristed handjobs -- when<em>fucking Jenna</em>exploded from the other side of the yard!<br/><br/>Who the fuck sucked God's dick so good that he chose this night to slam Benny with their righteous vengeance?!<br/><br/>"Fuck it," he said, shaking his head. Benny's eyes roamed over the crowd before him, already regretting his decision to try and seek out some weed from Naomi's "bee eff eff". Catching Phil a little beyond the crowd and looking none too pleased himself, he rose his cup and nodded towards the interior of the house... only to suddenly feel Roxy's arm slipping about his own, steering him towards the rendezvous point he'd just signaled to his one friend in this backyard.<br/><br/>"Is someone on their period tonight?" she playfully asked, leading him into the back door into the old house's kitchen, the home of all the booze and cups. Benny almost opened his mouth to take a crack at Naomi and Leanne when Roxy punctuated her joke with its<em>true</em>intended target. "Need a tampon?"<br/><br/>"You fuckin' kiddin' me?" he asked, nearly tripping as his feet failed to calculate the new distance to the ground once inside the house. "Seems to me Naomi's cunt is the one tastin' like copper pennies tonight. I mean fuck me and all, but is anyone actually entertained by Marco's constant flaunting of his fucking coolness?" His eyes looked into Roxy's for a moment, and then his body halted in place. Wait... how in the Hell was he in the fucking kitchen letting out his grievances to<em>Roxy?!</em><br/><br/>"Fuck it, I think I'm done," he sighed, tossing the red solo cup into the busted and worthless sink. The remaining Jack Daniels spilled down into the drain, which then dripped down into the wooden cabinet beneath as the pipe seemed to have gone missing. Or, more likely, been stolen to be sold as scrap by looters.