<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/c7/ee/36c7ee071cc6d56a6f390852faad369f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kara's Place - Out for the Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Bence was frowning at the floor as everyone—except for the hostesses—stepped in with their two cents, trying to calm him down. Trying to shine some light on<em>reason.</em>Whatever.<br/><br/><strong>You can take the bedroom.</strong><br/><br/>He looked up, scowling at Vivi as she nonchalantly kept her back to him. He was hesitant at first. Taking the bedroom had felt a little emasculating but that was just how she was trying to make it seem. She was trying to make a show of it. If they were going to be up drinking and partying, then the bedroom was the only place where he would be able to rest in peace. Out of all of them who seemed to get over the killing and the aliens so quickly, after having his arm ripped off and being nearly assimilated, he needed sleep the most. Maybe tomorrow, he could get a break and go back to class; go back to his room; and everything just somewhat go back to normal.<br/><br/>Bence, without a word to anyone, left the living room and went straight for the bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him (fuck’em), and he went straight for the bed as though he hadn’t slept in days. He didn’t sleep under the covers but collapsed right on top and cradled the pillow against his head. It descended on him as gentle as a dark sheet: sleep.