I have an odd fascination when it comes to Benny. I think he'd be a great guy, even with all that sleaziness to him. Anywho, this is my little story involving him. I do not own any of the characters, but the personality of the oc, Courier Six.
Takes place just before the game, Fallout New Vegas begins.
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The hand that caressed down her back caused a tingle to roam through her body. She had been leaning over the front counter, sharing a conversation with Swank. The man seemed to be charming the little lady with ease, but it was Swank, he just had that kind of swagger. Turning her head, she gazed over to the male in the checkered suite, a light smile on her pale lips. She was a rare beauty with red hair that cascaded down her back in curls. It surprised Benny, seeing as many of the girls that came into the strip had little to no hair. Hygiene, likely. But, the female that stared at him now with emerald eyes seemed clean enough, and like she cared about her looks.
"Hello there, pussy cat." he said with a wide smirk. She merely gave a larger smile, nodding softly.
"Another handsome man to come to my aid?" she asked with a quirked brow, laughing. Benny knew who she was. Courier six, the lady who carried the Platinum Chip. It was easy to spot her from afar with such hair, but it wasn't all that bad.
"Anything you want babe. I'm Benny, the head honcho here at the Tops. Why don't ya come with me, I want to have a drink with ya'." the only thing that separated him from the rest of the sleaze bags that spoke to her that were "Chairmen", was the fact that he wore a checkered suite. Sharing a drink with the head guy didn't sound too bad, though. Maybe he had some juice information on the strip. With a light shrug she pushed off the counter top, standing normally.
"Sure, why not? I'll talk to you later, Swank." she waved lightly to the other behind the counter, who shot a glare over to his friend.
"Don't wreck her, would ya? She's a doll." Swank wagged a finger at Benny, who just grinned and pushed at the courier's back, leading her towards the elevator that lead to the 13th floor. She looked around as she was lead, not having a chance to examine the place before she got caught in conversation with Swank. Once at Benny's suite, she looked around. For being the top man, it wasn't any sort of pent house. Did he prefer the smaller rooms? He didn't seem like that kind of a guy. She shrugged it off, taking a seat at one of the bar stools.
Benny maneuvered behind the bar counter, grabbing a few drink options and placing them before her.
"What'll it be, baby?" he asked, gesturing to them all. Tapping her chin, she grabbed hold of the wine bottle, examining it. The contents on the inside were pink and the label read White Zinfandel. With a smile, she pointed at the long glass.
"I'll take this one. It looks fruity, and I have expensive tastes." she shrugged. He grinned.
"I like that." Benny replied and grabbed the bottle to open it for her. He grabbed two glasses, but before he could pour it, she had snagged the bottle and taken a swig from it.
"Oh, you thought this was for the both of us?" she asked with a laugh, covering her mouth and shaking her head. He was slightly surprised by this, but that surprise was replaced with excitement.
"Oh baby, you can have all you want." and he grabbed a bottle of vodka for himself. Indicating for them to move to the couch, she hopped off the stool and plopped herself on the well cushioned sofa, relaxed, drinking straight from the bottle. He sat at the opposite end of the couch, doing the same.
"So, honey, what brings you to the tops?" Benny asked, only to receive a shrug in response. She took a long swig, sighing contently after. Damn! She drank like a man.
"I'm just exploring Vegas, you know? I have a big job to do come tomorrow, but I wanted to loosen up a bit before I set out and do whatever it is I need to do." she shrugged softly, keeping her eyes from meeting his own. It obviously wasn't something she wanted to talk about, but that didn't matter. He already knew. In one of her pockets, or on her somewhere, she had a small chip. She didn't know what it was capable of, and that was how liked it. Young and stupid, willing to do anything for some caps.
For the next couple of hours, they shared conversations about their family, laughed about past issues, conversed about the most simplest of things, and by the time they finished their drinks? She was damn near naked and hanging off the couch upside down.
Benny stared at the black bra she wore, her breasts at least a size C, which looked as though they were about to fall out. She rested her legs on the back of the couch, her hair cascading down the front half in a waterfall as she hung her head over the edge. She giggled and waved her arms as they joked around. The only thing she wore now was a skirt and her ripped leggings. If she hadn't gotten caught up with , she would have been a sure hit at the Gomorra. She was gorgeous, especially with that milky white skin of hers. It glistened with light perspiration, her having sworn it was hot as the Mojave on a Summer's day in his room. But it wasn't, it was just the alcohol.
"I guess I just came to Vegas for a good time, and you showed me one, Benny." she commented with a half nod, carefully sitting up normally. He glanced at her, wondering how someone like her could have gotten caught up with that sorry sucker, .
"Well, I can show you an even better time, baby doll." he cooed, watching her face turn from pleased to curious, but all too knowing. She rubbed his knee and returned her hand to her lap, laughing as though he was making a joke. He wasn't though, and he was full on serious. Why not have a bit more fun before she went off on her big adventure? "Why not, babe?" he asked, watching color wash over her pale cheeks.
"I don't know Benny, I'm not into all this drinking and sex stuff..." she murmured, shrugging those freckle kissed shoulders. Benny bit the inside of his lip, smirking.
"If you are going on as big of an adventure as you say, lets make the best of it before you go. What if you don't come back? You might as well make it the best before you leave, just in case." he was all too knowing. She looked as though she were in deep though, but she nodded a few moments later.
"Alright, sure. But only because you are so damn charming." she ran a hand through her hair, looking over to Benny. He was leaning closer, and as she answered he placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"I'll make it the best night of your life, pussy cat."