A/N: Ahh, chapter three. Here we have some head-canons appearing. Probably the most fun out of all the chapters to write, simply because it's unconventional. Hope you all enjoy!

"Will you stop that, Rigby?" Mordicai snapped. He dropped his spoon into the bowl he was eating from, milk splashing out of the sides because, as usual, he'd poured too much into it, and glared across the table at his friend.

Rigby had been pouting all morning about not getting the day off and it was seriously starting to get on Mordicai's nerves. Even though it wasn't his fault that the racoon hadn't gotten off, Rigby kept switching from glaring death-daggers at him to letting out giant, over exaggerated sighs.

Right now, he was sighing. Loudly. And it was keeping Mordicai from thinking about what he had to do!

"Why should I?" Rigby muttered. His arms were crossed over his chest and he had slouched down in his chair. Occasionally he'd lean foreward and mess with his cereal but it had gotten all soggy and nasty so he couldn't actually eat it anymore. Which figured. Not only did he not get the day off, he didn't even get to eat breakfast!

"Because, man, I need your help." Mordicai fished around in his milk until he'd managed to scoop the last couple of flakes of Krunchy Krunch cereal onto the spoon and popped it into his mouth. "I don't know what to do with my extra ticket."

It was super cool, and a little weird, that he'd been given the day off but since Rigby still had to work it meant that he was left with an extra ticket to the concert. And there was no way that he was going to let it go to waste. Those things cost a crap ton of money, which he was not made out of.

Still in the 'pout' mood, Rigby let himself flop foreward so his upper body was laying on the table. He used one hand to hold his head up, the other smooshing the soggy flakes floating in his bowl with his spoon. "I dunno...If you've gotta take someone else, why not Margaret?"

"Margaret?" Mordicai repeated, almost stunned sounding. Even at the mere thought of the red bird's name, he could feel his stomach start to flip. It was weird, but being around Margaret made him almost sick. The thought of being with her all night, at a concert, was just...It was just 'no'. "I can't ask Margaret!"

"Why not? She's cool and she loves to party and you so totally like her. I don't get what your deal is man. Actually," Rigby snapped, evidently finished with pouting and going back to being mad at him. "I don't get why you even have to take anyone with you! Those tickets were supposed to be for both of us! If you're gonna go without me, you might as well just take Benson with you!"

Mordicai blinked. "Benson?" He knew that Rigby hadn't been serious but the older man did have off that day too. There wasn't anyone else that he could ask either; most of the people he knew were either just major 'no's or had to work that day.

"I can't believe you, man! Even thinking about taking him, that's just...Just...Gah!" Rigby knocked the bowl of cereal he'd been playing with off and onto the floor at the same he let out the disgusted sounding groan. He sent Mordicai a nasty look before hopping down from his chair and stalking out of the kitchen.

Mordicai sighed. Great. Now Rigby was pissed at him. He'd told the smaller animal to come with him and ask Benson for the day off but, no. That was too 'lame' for him. Well too bad then because he wasn't going to waste that ticket!

Later, Benson's house

"Great. I can't even enjoy my day off without having you bother me. What do you want?" Benson asked, frowning. He was standing in the doorway of his apartment, one hand still on the handle in case he needed to slam the door on the bird, the other hand holding his still lit cigarette.

"Uhhh..." Mordicai rubbed the back of his head with one hand. He hadn't actually thought what he was going to say through. Just asking his boss whether he wanted to go to the concert seemed sort of weird. "I just wanted to ask..."

"Spit it out, Mordicai!" Benson snapped. God. It was his one day off in he couldn't remember how long, he was not about to spend it standing at the door playing guessing games. Tapping the ashes off the top of his cigarette with on finger, Benson stuck it back in the corner of his mouth. "I'm not going to stand here all day."

"Are you smoking?" Mordicai questioned, eyes suddenly zooming in on the burning cancer-stick. Now that he wasn't focused on not sounding like an idiot when he offered the ticket, he could definatly smell the bitter odor of smoke drifting out of the gumball machine's apartment.

"I have to smoke if I want to be able to put up with all that stupid ass shit I have to deal with at my stupid ass job. Think of all the idiots I have to deal with!" Benson made sure to narrow his eyes at Mordicai to let him know that, yes, he was included in the category of things that had driven him to chain-smoking on the hours that he was not at work.

That was actually what his day off would probably consist of. Sitting in his living room with all the lights turned off, drinking what ever shitty beer he had on hand, watching re-runs of Chopped, and smoking. Lots and lots of smoking.

As the boss of the entire park, it had been made clear to Benson that he was to set an example for the other employees. Which meant no smoking anywhere near the grounds. Which meant that he had to wait until the day was over and he'd cleaned up whatever mess Rigby and Mordicai had created to even start smoking.

It took a few moments before Mordicai thought to say something else, during which he just sort of stared at Benson. "Oh." Maybe he shouldn't ask him. Benson didn't usually cuss like that unless he was really, really, beyond furious at someone. "Is this a bad time? 'Cause I guess I can come back later if you're doing something."

"I'm not doing anything that I won't be doing later." Benson drawled. "Now did you need something or not?"

"Uh, yeah. Well, I didn't need anything but I wanted to ask you something." Mordicai waved one of his wings in the air as he spoke, in an awkward sort of motion. "See, I was going to the concert with Rigby but since he's got to work I've got an extra ticket. And, uh, you have off tonight so I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?"

Benson blinked before raising an eyebrow. Mordicai was inviting him to come? Funny. Benson had always gotten the impression that the jay wanted to spend as little time with him as possible. But he didn't have much else to do that day and it had been a while since he went to a concert...

Biting down on the edge of the cigarette so it didn't fall out of his mouth, Benson let out a sigh. "I guess. It's not like I have much else to do tonight. But I'm not driving you there, so if that's the reason you're asking you're out of luck."