I woke up as I usually did, half-forgotten how I even got here, no clue where I was or what had happened the night before. All I knew was in was tucked up snuggly in a metal bed, the covers around me as if someone had put them there I pushed them off me heading out the bed and touching the ice cold floor I wabbled and stumbled as I took a few steps my hands hitting a thick glass, I found the door handle pushing it open my eyes cleared a little but I didn't help my confusion
I'm at benny's...
Why am I at benny's?
It was empty but a mess.
I went and made myself a coffee trying to get my head straight I downer the boiling coffee and looked around the place it was a tip.
I put a record on and went to the bedroom the only clothes I could find anywhere were benny's so I slipped one of his button downs on, I went around the place gathering the trash and throwing it outside, I vacuumed the floor and washed the kitchen up setting the board up on the table from where pieces were scattered across the floor, I lit a cigarette often moving it from my lips to my fingers as I worked sorting the dungeon into somewhere mildly presentable hell is even say damn place was cosy. And just as I finished up the door opened revealing a clearly tried Benny with groceries
"Hi" I said resting my hands on my hips
"Hi" he said slipping his hat and jacket off leaving them on the hooks beside the door and dumping the groceries on the counter top fixing his hair "this what you do when you wake up somewhere you just clean?"
"Would you like your hoards of trash back in here mr Watts?"
"No. Thank you very much. I'm simply asking if you always do this"
"I don't have a habit of waking up in strange places"
"Don't you?" He glared
"What am I doing here?"
"Beats me. I was peacefully going over last months championship games and suddenly a knock at my door and you show up off your fucking face on god only knows what,"
"Then if I wasn't partying here who made the mess?"
"Ohh you were partying. It was like setting a fucking tornado in my house"
"Who with?"
"Yourself. While I attempted to stop you wreaking my house, and sticking your hand down my pants"
"Yeah I get dick focused when I'm drunk"
"I know."
"Did we?"
"No."
"Good. Good. Quick question Benny did I show anyone my boobs"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"Me"
"Ah. I'm sorry"
"It's fine. It's the price."
"What?"
"You do this alot y/n I've just kinda accepted it. Every month or so you go out and get drunk, you for some reason always end up at my house and you wreck it, I accept it because it's the trade I allow this to happen and I get to see boob and you clean my house the next day. Honestly the house was kinda a messy anyway I was waiting for your visit"
"Whatever Benny whatever floats your boat. Why was I in your bed then?"
"I shut you in the bedroom, I usually do you end up just falling asleep hugging my pillow, most times I move you onto the airbed but airbed has a hole so I just left you in my room"
"Where did you sleep?"
"On my chair why?"
".... Benny are you lieing to me?"
"No"
"Then why are your clothes in the bedroom"
".... They were from previous evenings"
"Why was the other half of the bed unmade?"
"........... Ghosts"
"Did you have sex with me?"
"Yes" he sighed
"Damn it!"
"I'm sorry. I'm not made of stone okay you kept offering to suck my dick"
"Wait did I?"
"Yes"
"Ohh no. That's the weird taste in my mouth." I groaned "Benny I don't care how mad I'll be if I sucked your dick please open with that!" I complained quickly washing my mouth out but I could still taste it "why does it kinda taste like marshmallows?"
"I don't know. But your not the only person who's told me that lately"
"How many dick sucking reports are you receiving on a monthly basis Benny?"
"Usually two. You and sometimes clio"
"How often does this happen?"
"Like once a month, you usually make me have sex with you too some capacity. This time it was on the floor"
"What was it last month?"
"On the shower, I told you to sit and sober up but you climbed in my shower and had sex with me"
"Benny I live in literally the other side of new york"
"I know. And yet this keeps happening your like a homing pigeon when your drunk and you for some reason always end up at my house"
"I'm sorry Benny"
"It's fine. I'm used to you" he sighed "and I get sex out of it so" he shrugs
"You can just have sex with me when I'm sober you know?"
"You don't usually want to when you sober up"
"Ehh I still want to"