benny was typically that neighborhood jerk that held block parties or held his house as a commonplace for rowdy young adults who wanted to let off steam from their stressful week of work or whatever drama they had going on in their lives. he figured, he had the money. the space. the friends. why not?


why not? the question seemed to get him into trouble too much. probably why he had such an extensive record of doing dumb shit as a kid before his dad would come 'rescue' him with a wad of cash. now he had made his own riches. his own tier and his own living. that of course included these wild parties whenever the slow season for the tops rolled around. just in time for him to put forward word of his yearly halloween party. it was one of the very few seasons benny would go all out for. not christmas. not thanksgiving. it was a holiday that his family didn't celebrate growing up, and he figured these could make up for the lost time. he could get lost in a bit of red-dyed booze and fall into bed with a couple of cute girls by the end of the night as he usually did. he had swank to watch them while he entertained himself with his guests, anyhow.

this year he had been busy with the popularity the tops had gained over the summer and barely had time to come up with a costume by the time he day rolled along. a quick rush to some shoddy 24/7 grocer left him with a pair of glittery plastic devil horns, a small little pitchfork, and a pin-on tail. he hadn't realized it was from the women's section until he got home, but so far those who noticed found the humor in it. at least he was able to pair it with a nice checkered button-up and black slacks.

there was one in particular he had been looking for, though. every now and then his eyes would scan the room in the midst of a conversation. it cost him a few investing opportunities, taking his looks as disinterest, but the solo cup in his hands had already taken away any form of business thinking for the night. he excused himself from a sticky conversation getting a bit too professional for his liking and slipped into the foyer, jam packed with bodies and loud chatter and music. blue eyes strayed from a couple against the wall toward the kitchen, taking the chance to slip passed a heated conversation between two rather tipsy college kids and went for the first drink he saw on the counter, almost not recognizing the woman in front of it.

benny took a step back, blue eyes looking cosette up and down before seemingly click in who she was.


"cozy!" his expression lifted in a grin and he not-so-gracefully leaned into her for a clumsy hug. "you made it! oh sh- oh shit that's one ring-a-ding costume you got. that uh, that's fake blood, yeah?" when he pulled away he noticed the red stains had pressed into his own shirt, but didn't phase him much. he was supposed to be some odd sort of sexy devil anyway, what harm was a little more red?