the small, sleepy town was nothing compared to what benny had grown up in. the city was his home through and through and he never imagined losing that part of him. he grew up on the streets of las vegas with his mother and father. the latter being a successful businessman in the game of gambling, though not the kind with dice or cards. more or less, with lives and who's to take for the right price. while his mother took care of him at home and pretended nothing was going on.

then, benny grew up at the age of twelve. his father got thrown under the bus by a mole, and in two weeks he was given a life sentence for a count of more murders than benny could count on his fingers. he and his mother were evicted. no income in the house. they were forced to jump from house to house until he hit the age of eighteen, and could finally leave her behind to lead his own path.

that path ended up... here. years later, with him living in a snoozeville and having to take a morning train to the city every morning to work the same con job until the sun began to set.

today was his lucky day off, and he just so happened to have no plans set. it wasn't often he did anything actually in town, most of the time going for a drive somewhere else until he almost emptied his tank and went back home. the morning was looking bright so far, though. he glanced out the kitchen window and saw his lovely neighbors hadn't left yet, and with a small smirk began to get ready.

benny's wardrobe was almost entirely flashy and formal. he did manage to dig up in a corner of the closet a plain white t-shirt, and pulled a black and white checkered button-up over it with black slacks. he messed with his hair a little before walking out the door, and headed toward the newman household.

he picked up their newspaper at the end of the driveway, dusting it off and walking up the porch, giving a gentle two knocks and smiling. "your friendly neighbor here with the newspaper!" he called, leaning to the side to look into the window and wave to cosette.