<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, Leanne, Marco, Naomi, Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>Naomi's final song began, temporarily pulling Benny's attention away. The simple turn of his head threw him off balance just enough that he took a drunken step backward, blinking in surprise at his own inebriation. He supposed that<em>first</em>cup was still soaking into his system. With that revelation, he took a swig of his second cup, hiding his would-be scowl as Naomi climbed up onto Marco's lap. Why that shit pissed him off so much was a mystery to him. He knew how "free" Naomi was in "sharing her love" with the world. Hell, if he could be that free to do so he'd totally be bangin' whatever woman came within range. But hearing the lyrics to her songs, actually<em>seeing</em>her perform in such a manner... it pissed him off.<br/><br/>That he couldn't figure out why only pissed him off more.<br/><br/>“To see you, of course," Roxy responded with a sly grin. He blinked, looking back, almost having forgotten his question.<br/><br/>"I go where my customers go," Leanne's arm swung to the crowd before completing its circuit around Roxy's shoulders. "The masses need their weed and pizza, and I'm here to provide it at reasonable prices."<br/><br/>Weed was right. What the Hell did Benny use the last of his cash on that he left himself incapable of snagging a bag? He took another sip of his drink to make up for the lack of a roach to pull on.<br/><br/>"Hope you haven't<em>missed</em>us too much?” Roxy's grin was that of some evil schemer looking to corrupt the innocent with promises of chocolate and cookies. Or was it nookie? As she leaned forward his eyes followed down to her outfit hanging loosely downward, showcasing her bosom for his eyes to peruse. And peruse he did, not even noticing her extending the pizza towards him. “Would you like a bite? It’s<em>really</em>...very good.”<br/><br/>"Not of the pizza," he stated, his eyes beginning to continue their journey to her bare thighs. In the fog of his drunken mind a muffled scream echoed from his rational mind.<em>Don't let her know you're attracted you fucking moron! Yield no power!</em>Swiftly recovering, his eyes roamed back to her own. "I mean, seriously.<em>Cooties.</em>" He crinkled up his face, his arms and legs pulling into his body as if frightened of bugs or rats. "Eewww!" he said with a cartoonishly child-like tone.<br/><br/>"Besides," he continued, swallowing another gulp of whiskey without even thinking about it, "you should be careful eating a fatty food like that. Next time you go to the city you'll be frightening the Japanese tourists." His expression suddenly changed to that of mock horror, looking towards the trees beyond the two women. "<em>Aaaaah! Gojira desu kaaaaaaa!</em>"<br/><br/>It was at that point that Naomi arrived, followed closely behind by Major Asshole. Oh, wait, sorry,<em>Marco</em>, and boy was he packin' his Bigger Blacker Cards Against Humanity card. He merely rolled his eyes at first, lifting the cup up to his lips, but then Marco wrapped himself around Naomi and pulled her into a kiss, the joint proffered up to whoever desired. Benny paused, the cup sitting still as he watched the display, Leanne teasing the two with a casual and creative suggestion to get a room. Benny lowered the cup, allowing his hand to reach forward and take the joint from Marco's hand.<br/><br/>"Jesus Christ, man, could you stink any more of desperation?" he said, taking a pull from the weed cigar. He closed his eyes, holding it in for a moment before slowly exhaling the cloudy smoke out. "I mean, it's<em>almost</em>like you're the<em>only guy</em>in this back yard that<em>hasn't</em>stuck it in Naomi already." He passed the joint on over towards Roxy and Naomi, and then froze, looking at Marco with an expression of mock shock. "Unless... asshole Benny's planted his flag somewhere everyone's favorite athlete<em>hasn't</em>?"<br/><br/>Benny pulled back in an over-exaggerated gasp of horror. If he looked over at Naomi he'd probably notice a look of disappointment -- or even anger -- on her face. Y'know what, though? She had enough guys groveling and slobbering at her cheap ass heels from K-Mart. Let the Queen get knocked off her throne for a bit.