<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 - Kitchen, Outside, and Stairs<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Broodiness, Underage Drinking<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sarah, Jenna, Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>A pale hand placed a bottle onto the counter beside him as Benny's head tilted back, red solo cup pouring some of the whiskey into his mouth. His eyes traced the arm up towards the body of a willowy goth girl. Benny only had a second to admire the pouty lips and eyes before she spoke.<br/><br/>"I thought you would’ve been chasing Aaron around a pool tonight," came a soft, feminine voice that Benny recognized. Immediately he sputtered, his fingers gripping into the cup in surprise. At the same time he choked on the whiskey the popping form of the cup splashed more into his nostrils, causing some of the amber liquid to dribble onto his chin, shirt, and the floor.<br/><br/><em>"Fuck!"</em>he coughed, earning the glances of a few surrounding. Someone made a comment of not drinking what you can't handle. He'd have flipped them off if he weren't busy seeking some sort of paper product to blow the whiskey out of his nose. It was like a fucking Gom Jabbar (http://dune.wikia.com/wiki/Gom_Jabbar) up in his damn sinuses. Setting the bent and contorted cup down and coughing into the inner-elbow of his jacket, he reached for a spool of paper towels, removing a square.<br/><br/>"Aaron's busy chasing cheerleaders or somethin'," Benny noted, his voice nasally. He wrapped the paper towel around his nose and blew, followed by a groan and a curse as the alcohol seemed to light his nose hairs on fire. "Fuckin' Christ, Simon," he said, before looking up at the vision of goth beauty before him. His eyes averted. "Or, Sarah... Jesus, why couldn't you pick somethin' easier, like Simone?" He crumpled up the snot and whiskey laden paper towel and pitched it out the broken window into the dark trees outside.<br/><br/>This was not the situation he wanted to be in. It'd been a while since he had spoken a word with Simo-... Sarah. It wasn't that he was against the transition, though he wasn't sure he supported it either. In fact, he wasn't even certain any such feelings factored into it. The problem was every time he saw this Goth chick, he also saw his old friend in a simple t-shirt and jeans like in the old days. He couldn't see just the one. What the Hell was he supposed to do?<em>Yo, you see Alien Covenant? What a piece of shit, right?</em><br/><br/>Well, Naomi would tell him he's an idiot and that's<em>exactly</em>what you do, but...<br/><br/>...and almost as if on cue he heard Naomi's "drummer" count the time. Echoing in from the open door out back came the opening notes of Pearl Lipstick's opening tune. It wasn't the best exit plan, but it was one that would suffice.<br/><br/>"Hey, you ever heard Naomi's band before?" he said, pouring himself a new fresh solo cup with Jack. One finger... two fingers... fuck it. Five fingers. "Why don't you go check 'em out? Pretty good shit." He settled the bottle of Jack down, took the red solo cup, and gave Sarah a clap on the back of her shoulder as he would another dude, passing by her out of the kitchen and into the living room...<br/><br/>...where he promptly was greeted by Jenna cock-sucking Smith. Or at least, where he spotted her in the crowd sullying a Deadpool hoodie. Bitch couldn't even so much as give Aaron a kiss after he treated her to a wonderful Homecoming, but she was willing to choke down some football fucker's cock. Benny's nostrils flared as he thought of all the things he wanted to say to her, to tell her just how much she deserved the humiliation she got. If she was such a nerd, what was so wrong with Aaron?<br/><br/>He tipped his head back to swallow some Jack, ready to use it to fuel his spite, but the very thought of his friend seemed to put out that Greek Fire burning in his stomach. If he went off on Jenna people would talk about it, and if people talked about it Aaron would hear about it, and then Aaron would be angry. Benny's poor, misguided friend was always willing to forgive and give the benefit of the doubt. "I guess Jenna just wasn't into me," is all he'd say to Benny with a shrug. To actually take her to task and show her the ugliness inside? That wasn't Aaron's style.<br/><br/>So, for his friend, Benny quickly averted his gaze before Jenna had a chance to lock onto him and slipped through the people. Maybe he needed to be around less of a crowd, and the upstairs seemed pretty vacant. After rubbing against way too many bodies -- Jesus, fatties, think you could occupy any<em>more</em>space? -- he finally reached the steps climbing upward. Each footfall was greeted by a creepily loud creak, filling Benny with more and more fear that he'd fall through until he reached the top... at which point his first step was met with the<em>crack!</em>of a floor board. There were a handful of brave souls upstairs, but otherwise Benny figured out just<em>why</em>it was so empty on the second floor.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, Benny spun on his heel and sat himself down upon the top step, instead peering through the railings at everyone below. He observed Jenna squeezing through the crowd, others coming and going, trying to figure out just where the Hell Phil was. He'd even accept Chloe at this point. Someone he could speak to and just... feel okay.<br/><br/>Dammit. Why the fuck did Aaron have to go to that God damn normie party, anyway?