When Brandon sings “You got a real short skirt, I wanna look up.”
When Benny entered his own bedroom, he couldn’t help but collapse on his bed and cry into the pillow. Crying was something that Benny never did and this was a rare occasion for him. He didn’t even question why he was crying and he didn’t even care. The past few days were all a blur to him and he didn’t even know why it was happening. Once the crying settled, he rolled onto his back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, debating on what to do next.
After figure out what to do all night, Catherine was unpacking her belonging in the suite and with her son up in the morning, he helped her clean it up. “So you and dad not going back together?” He asked with his head tilted and Catherine shook her head. “Nein but if he want me back then he have to do more to get this powerful witch back to him. A lot more.” She explain to her son as she clean their dishes in the kitchen that look very clean and restore.
Johnathan nod before look up at his mother’s eyes, “I hate him mom…I hate him for breaking your heart…”
After Benny lied there for a few moments, he came to the conclusion that nothing was coming to him so he decided to go to the bar in his room for some whiskey. Whiskey either made him the dumbest or the smartest he could be. This time he cared, and this time he prayed it would make him smarter than ever.
As he sat on the bar stool, he thought about what he could do to get her back. He realized he messed up big time by sleeping with the girl who suddenly came onto him. As he sat there, he realized she’s probably getting with other members of the Chairmen too. The first glass was finished off rather quickly and he poured himself another, then another, then another until he felt his brain starting to work in a weird way.
Benny looked around briefly and sure enough, there was nothing around except a few tumbleweeds here and there and a wreckage. He flashed her a small smile, understanding that it must get quite lonely in the middle of nowhere. How does she survive out here? There’s no civilization.
"You see, toots, I’m taking a break from the strip for a little whiles and I thought I’d take a different route, you dig? Didn’t know luck would follow me so far out here to have me meet a desert rose like yourself." Benny chuckled lightly then looked down to come across as bashful and humble, which lord knows he’s none of those things.
As he stared down at his dusty shoes, he wondered if she’d ever been to Vegas, or if she’s ever been into The Tops. Everyone on the strip knew who Benny was, and that was one of the main reasons he would dip away for a while.As the curiosity flooded his brain, he looked slowly up at Vivienne. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Vivienne. Say, you ever been on the strip before?” he asked with a tone of genuine curiosity.
"Ahhh, so you are from the Strip! I thought as much." Vivienne’s expression seemed to be one of amusement. She was thankful she was so good at manipulating her emotions; she’d hardly want to appear exasperated outwardly. Looks like her instincts had been correct. She should’ve known better than to doubt herself. She let out a quiet laugh, shrugging her shoulders half-heartedly. "Desert rose, huh? Wouldn’t let ‘luck’ get your hopes up. I’m more of a tumbleweed, really…"
She rubbed her arm gently, painting herself in the picture of a self-conscious lady unused to compliments. At least that was half true. Still, she thought it odd someone from the Strip would just come wandering this way. They were far, far off from Vegas, after all. Nothing she could really do, though. Company was company. Whether she liked it or not. Observing his bashful stance, she figured at least he’d be interesting. “Likewise. Meetin’ a new face is always a pleasure. Ah, but…”
"…yeah, kind of. I mean, I go there, but… only every now ‘n again. Usually it’s just to remind myself that there are still lively, at least mildly happy people out there, though, so I kind of just wander around gawking at everything before deciding to come back home." She smiled weakly. "Ain’t the most exciting reason to visit the city, but… y’know. Makes me feel better, I guess. Why do ya ask?"
"You’re far from a tumbleweed, baby. I’m sure you light up brighter than those Vegas lights in the evening." he said smoothly, looking directly at Vivienne. The sweet talk was easy for Benny to do, but it was playing off shy and humble that wasn’t so easy. His face dropped slightly when he realized his words were rather bold for someone on the "shy" side of things.
When he got the opportunity to talk a bit about New Vegas, his face perked up a bit with an eager, charming grin. “Well you see, baby, I guess I should tell you I own The Tops. It’s a swanky joint, really. You ever been there?” he asked with bright eyes, holding his cheeky smile. Benny looked down at his feet once again, then back up at Vivienne.
Benny brought out a silver cigarette case and an engraved lighter from the breast pocket on the inside of his checkered blazer. “Do you mind if I smoke, baby? I don’t want to be rude and just light one here in your presence.” he said as he batted his eyes a little at Vivienne. Since she didn’t get much company around, Benny was forcing himself to be on his best behaviour and deep in his mind, he was hoping he wasn’t coming across as being fake.
"How abouts I kiss it and make it better, hey?"
I was trying to pack and my old kitty just came up on my bed and lied down on my empty backpack and aww I want to take this old fart with me.
"Well, alright baby."