<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>Jenna, Roxy, Leanne, Mentioning Marco, Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>"And, you know what else, I learn?" Benny shrunk back, Jenna's accusatory finger threatening to stab right through the bridge of his nose. He felt like the wooden boards beneath him swayed with the motion. "Knowing, who your real friends are, who have your back always. And who's fake, who worries about normies and what other people think, of them. I hope Aaron learns that, too."<br/><br/>Before Benny could even think to snap back with a sarcastic response Jenna was fleeing. His mind hadn't completely registered the words or their meaning yet, but for some reason Benny was incensed. His nostrils flared and his teeth grit slightly as Jenna fled down the steps.<br/><br/>"Fuckin' bitch!" he shouted, standing up to chase her down. He didn't know what he planned on doing. He was an asshole, but he wasn't about to go manhandling or beating Jenna down. He just didn't like someone tossing such words to his face and getting the last word in. So he began to chase her down the stairs, but just as she tripped and fell his foot came down on one of the steps, thrown off balance as the board cracked beneath his foot. He grasped onto the railing with one hand and planted his palm to the wall, keeping himself from falling... but then the wood gave out altogether and Benny's leg dropped right on through the steps. "<em>FUCK!</em>" he cried, his body dropping down to sit upon the step above. The knee to his other leg bent and his legs spread painfully, his back pressing against the railing. It creaked loudly and bent outwards. The world would have been spinning already, but with Benny's intoxication it felt to be swirling like a carnival ride.<br/><br/>As he pulled himself up the step slowly, Jenna made her escape. The need to be careful standing back upright, testing every step before he descended, allowed him some time to absorb what it was that Jenna had told him. It was true that there was a point he and Aaron were able to talk things like comics and games with her. She had at least proven herself to be genuinely interested in the stuff rather than being some cosplay model wannabe hoping to get the attention in nerd circles that otherwise normal guys wouldn't give her. But that's also the problem. She completely blew Aaron off, and while that certainly pissed Benny off, it was nothing compared to when she began dating some jock asshole.<br/><br/>So what right did she have to throw such accusations? Yeah, he was sort of friends with her, but Aaron was his boy. How could he not be angry on behalf of his best bud?<br/><br/>With a limp Benny stepped around the stairs and into the open living room. He could really go for a li'l bud right now, truth told, but he'd have to suffice for more Jack. With a scowl he made his way back into the kitchen -- the most crowded part of the house it seemed -- to snag himself another cup. He poured one... two... fuck it he lost count how many fingers, then turned towards the door leading to the back yard. Naomi's song was beginning to conclude as he scanned the crowd surrounding the empty pool, and... oh, shit, maybe he could score some bud after all!<br/><br/>Benny limped with vigor past the throng gathered at the door way and stepped outside, making his way towards the picnic table where Leanne and Roxy sat. His eyes were all for Leanne at the moment, though, as he settled the cup down on the table between the two.<br/><br/>"Thank fucking Christ," he said, his hand digging into his pocket for his wallet. "Leanne you are a life sav-" His eyes stared into the empty fold of his wallet. Not even a few one-dollar bills. Hell, not even a fucking expired condom. Absolutely empty of currency with which he could exchange for weed. "Nevermind!" he announced, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket. He retrieved his cup, turning to head towards the pool and fulfill his duty as childhood friend by watching Naomi perform. He froze, however, eyes squinting and head tilting as he saw Marco sitting upon the pool's edge. After a moment, he looked back and took a closer look at Leanne and Roxy, as if realizing just who it was he had been in the presence of.<br/><br/>"What the Hell are you guys doing at this party?" he asked, taking a sip of Jack. The question was one of pure curiosity. None of them looked to fit the goth, punk, weirdo or metalhead fashion of those attending the party. But because it was Benny, it came out sounding as if they were unwanted.