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Benny leaned forward over the bar, "Look, baby, we've known each other for a while, and the tension between us is thick enough to drink, much like yourself. Why don't we just head up to my suite?"
I chuckled, leaning forward as well, "Benny, I know you're not trying to court me."
He smiled, "What do I have to do to get with you, huh, doll? Even just on a date." He held up his hands, "I'll keep my hands to myself. Won't lay a single finger on you until you want me too. Promise."
I laughed, "Now that would be impressive."
"Would it?"
"No."
"Oh. Well, look, how about I make you a drink. That's something I'm good at. I can play a good round of cards, too."
"That's because you cheat each time you play."
He smiled broadly, "And hey, you still win, baby, so let's keep that on the down low, dig?"
I laughed, and sipped the water I'd taken from backstage a few moments ago, crossing my legs comfortably and watching as his gaze shifted down to them. He kept his eyes on my legs a moment longer before I dipped my fingertips in my water then flicked it at him. He blushed and wiped it off, "C'mon baby, let's just go on one date. Like a test run or something, dig? We can go out to eat, maybe have a little fun afterwards-"
I smiled, "It's hard to have a little fun when you've promised to keep your hands to yourself, don't you think?"
I re-crossed my legs and he noticed, frowning a little, "You're not slick, baby."
I stood up, leaving a tip on the table. I walked to Benny, who stood up as well, and smiled dashingly, "Thanks for taking me out tonight, Ben."
He raised his brows, "Was that a date then?"
"If you want it to be. We'll have to do it again sometime."
"For sure. Maybe we can head on over to the White Gloves. Or if you're not into fine-dining we can always eat here. Maybe we can-"
I cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek sweetly, thanking him again before walking out. I turned to wave goodbye, nearly bursting out in laughter at the dumbfounded look on his blushing face. Swank walked in as I walked out, and I smiled to myself, walking to my room confidently.
3rd Person POV Benny stood stupidly frozen as Swank walked in, turning his head to watch the woman walk out. She had been showing up more frequently lately, and everyone noticed. Especially Benny. Benny now had a beer, and his face returned to it's natural color. He sat at a table with Swank, planning a trip, when he smiled, "I'm planning on seeing her again."
Swank frowned, not sure why he brought it up out of the blue, "Who?"
Benny thought for a second, "I... don't know."
The woman had never told him her name, but maybe that was for a reason. And maybe, when she walked to her room, it wasn't really her own. Maybe it was once the room of another woman. One who had not been seen in a long time, and had the occupation of Courier. Maybe she kept her name to herself for her own reasons, but Benny was still absolutely enthralled by her presence, her smile always managing to catch him off guard at the worst times and the best. The only thing he disliked, was how he couldn't explain the feeling.
