<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<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Drunken Broodiness<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy, Phil, Chloe<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>"Is it Marco being himself that upsets you? Or the fact that all you can do is sit on the sidelines and watch things you want pass you by?"<br/><br/>Benny's hands lifted to the sides of his head, his jaw clenching as if he wanted to reach out and punch a baby. How in the Hell did everythhing somehow turn onto<em>him?</em><br/><br/>"Why are you so angry?"<br/><br/>"Am I not fucking allowed to be?" he asked, hands now spread before him as his eyes burned onto Roxy's. "What if I was behaving like a desperate douche-nozzle and-"<br/><br/>Then Phil appeared, giving his much more friendly and laid back greeting. It was just the perfect opportunity for Benny's shoulders to slump and to ease that breath of air out. He grasped onto his friend's hand in a tight shake before pulling back, allowing his pal to be a lot more cordial with Roxy than Benny would ever be. Which begged the question of why he was having this conversation anyway? Did he feel so needy for understanding? Did he feel so isolated tonight? What the fuck, man? This was supposed to be a party absent of normies and now Benny was outcast among outcasts.<br/><br/>His mind had completely wandered from his immediate surroundings when Chloe suddenly appeared. Now this?<em>This</em>brought a smile to his face. He didn't know what had clicked in Chloe's crotch the past year or two, but<em>damn</em>if she didn't want to jump on Phil's bone like a kangaroo on a pogo stick. Seeing the two dance around each other was often annoying -- like some shit anime where the protagonist never has the balls to unleash his pelvic onslaught on the big-titted love interest -- but once<em>other women</em>were around Phil? Oh, now<em>that</em>was entertaining. Watching Goth Lolita tear out Thunder Thighs Roxy's eyes would be a delight to see.<br/><br/>Or, would have been if Phil hadn't defused the situation in his charismatic fashion. Mother fucker just rolled natural 20's.<br/><br/>"See, Choe?" Benny shrugged, leaning back into the dusty, dirty, and somewhat sticky counter behind him. "You're boyfriend ain't cheatin' on ya." He smirked to himself, but knew it was the weakest of things he could have said in that moment. He was drunk, but maybe it was time for him to head home. He sighed and looked around. "I think it's time to Roadhog some fuckers in Overwatch," he mumbled to no one in particular.