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@benjaminvox
"He wants to murder me regardless. Might as well add another to the list."
Benjamin's stoic features cracked into an abrupt laugh. "That was fucking good," he nodded, taking a sip of his drink, to which he laughed again. "Fuck sake..." sometimes humour was what saw them through. "May the odds be ever in your favour, my friend." — Benjamin, on second glance, stopped.
David fucking Pavoncello. "...anyways, shouldn't you be...elsewhere."
Which meant Vincenzo was close.
"Can you, Benjamin?"
"I hope you have a good time."
"I'm not sure how much you enjoy conversations at events like this, but usually when someone asks a question, they don't answer it with another question." His words tumbled out in a single, unchanging flatness. "I will, and I hope you get a date."
"I'm kidding, you psycho," proof resting in the quick shift that drew her arm into the crook of his elbow, "You think I don't know how damn lucky you'd be to win a date with me?" Purred into the shell of his ear, catching his lobe between her teeth gently, her quiet laughter bringing her gaze back to the bar. Pulling gently enough to draw them both through the crowd in that direction. "Baby, the day I see you looking anything but exhausted is the day I finally start worrying about you." She knew, as well as anyone how quickly Melissa could drive someone into the ground - but Isla also one who much Ben felt he owed her, the respect he carried, and she thought she understood." You can buy me both, and then tell me how amazing it'd be to spend a night with yours truly."
One second he was in control. The next? Isla was. It was hot breath upon skin, the condensate left in her wake that almost had knees buckling. Some women just knew what they were doing. A purr, a soft voice. Enough to make any man cave. And then she was gone, and he was reeling.
Composure, he beckoned to himself.
"I know...yes, I know." back in the room, Benjamin. "but tonight it's up to you to secure that date — what? Don't want some quality time with me?" that lazy grin she knew all too well slipping into place. "At least with me you'd be certain to have the time of your life..." what he was referencing was left to her imagination.
Isla was right, however. Exhaustion had shown its ways in the likes of bags under his eyes and a short attention span. Zoning out at the most inappropriate times, all the time. "Workaholic, what can I say?" One day he'd be in a position like Melissa, that was the goal. Not second, but somewhere damn close.
"Come on then, I can't leave you thirsty...what kinda man would I be?"
for @benjaminvox time: after dates revealed.
"Can I help you, Nadezhda?"
"At least she's hot."
"Careful...man has ears like a bat. He might just murder you, too."
FOR: @mobscene-starters OPEN TO ALL. Post Reveal
"Konstantin is going to have me murdered."
FOR: @milaxkorshunova
"I hope you weren't disappointed, I certainly wasn't." He was sheepish on approaching Mila. Benjamin, for all his posture, had a human boy still lurking inside him. And he knew the hierarchy, had fucking studied it. "I promise...I'm not too much like my boss."
Ayda’s eyes had landed on Ben a few times throughout the night. The last time they’d spent together had been pleasant, though she’d felt a shift afterward. In the days that followed, her life had pulled her in every direction - the bar, the bakery, the campaign.
“Ben,” she said, a soft smile finding her lips. “I’m good.” And she meant it. “I’m enjoying myself tonight.” A small beat. “How are you?”
There was something about Ayda that Benjamin had been unsure of in the beginning. Maybe it was her morals, or how she upheld them — how she was truly in tune with them and how that could be a downfall for her in the same breath. Morals weren't all that useful in their line of work, and with her floating around, that always left a chance of those morals implicating the Rutherfords.
Close...keep your enemies close. That's what Melissa had said.
But was she an enemy? Benjamin wasn't quite so sure anymore.
"I'm as well as I always am." A cog in the system. "Working, parties, meetings...adulthood. It's never-ending, huh?" laughter slipped out as his shoulders lifted into a makeshift shrug. "So — where are you hoping to jet set off too soon?"
"Jesus, Ben..." Isla snorts, not one to dampen her spirit regardless of who might be around to see or hear it, "You sure do know how to make a girl feel beautiful, huh? Truly – tell me again how you've stayed single all this time?"
His nose crinkled, lips twisting. Ah, fucking hell. "Sorry, Isla..." shoulders sagging, not wanting to make her feel crap because he was so fucking tired. "Melissa's had me up till all hours, don't take offence..." Benjamin's head already snapping to the bar. "I'll buy you a drink...and a shot if you pretend that was the best compliment you've ever heard? I mean...who wouldn't want to get a shot with the most beautiful woman in the room?" A cheeky grin sliding across his lips, and a plead in his eyes.
She gave him a look that clearly said, 'expect the unexpected,' a slow smile following right after. Because truly, didn’t people ever consider all the possibilities? Thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about getting her employer involved. Not now. Not even while she was a Vixen. Unless Cece decided to shake things up and honestly, that would probably be far more entertaining than problematic.
"You’ve known me for years. None of this is surprising." A quiet laugh slipped past her lips as she took a small sip of her drink. "What would shock everyone is if I suddenly decided to go on some local history adventure. Like, fuck, even Henry wouldn’t predict that. But if I actually chose it? I swear, you’d drop your ass to the floor."
Adriana was someone who was both easy to read and not, all in the same breath. That smile, slow, endearing and yet...terrifying? It caused the corner of his lips to tilt into the smile he wore in her company. Benjamin wasn't blind to the trauma that had moulded this woman into something akin to a fucking warrior — but that didn't mean there was no cause to worry about her. He did, from time to time.
Did he vocalize that? Absolutely fucking not. Their friendship, for what it was, didn't fall into those realms unless they were fucked up. And even then, her tongue could be as sharp as a viper's.
"Everything is always a surprise when it comes to you, darlin." Benjamin half-smiled, keeping his cards close to his chest tonight. The mention of the local history adventure had his brow arching, a slow side glance. "Please tell me you didn't hit your head on the way in here? You'd be bored in about two point five seconds and cause some kinda' riot..." a laugh fell from him. "Actually, do it...I could use some entertainment." Benjamin looked to the floor. "My ass would hit the deck, if I'm being honest with you..."
FOR: @ayda--demir
Benjamin hadn't seen Ayda since the forced date that Melissa had orchestrated. And even if they both could've admitted they'd had a good time, things had been awkward. Still, seeing her didn't deter him from walking over.
"Ayda," Ben greeted, with a bow of his head. "How are you?"
FOR: @islahvnt
"I have to say..." hand waving down the length of her body, "If you ended up getting my date, I wouldn't complain."
"Oh my God, imagine you end with Melissa? There would go your fucking trip. That would be a workation for you." Adriana couldn't contain her laughter at the mere thought of the situation. She could really see it, right before her eyes as Benjamin got cocktails for Melissa while the woman was getting a tan. "None is my dream date, but I'm going for something that is most me. I won't let anything stop me either. I honestly don't even there's a bad outcome for me. Unless they're really fucking boring. Then I really might die."
Adriana was not wrong either. And Benjamin couldn't stop the visible grimace that washed over his face, contorting his lips in a twist. "Don't put that out into the mother-fuckin' universe, for the love of God," he said under his breath. God, no. He couldn't think of anything worse than spending what he hoped would be a nice trip away with someone else. He adored her, yes. But even he tired of her insistent bullshit, too. The laughter, thankfully, drew his own from him.
She had a way of both baiting him out and cheering him up in the same instant. Benjamin listened, nodding along, containing his laughter. "I think most people are boring in comparison to you, Adri. I've never met someone with so much..." Benjamin was trying to find the right words. "Spunk."
FOR: @amaroadriana
"Already got your eye on your dream date?" Benjamin asked, offering a drink across to Adriana. Tonight could go one of two ways — he ended up on the best date of his life, or his worst fucking nightmare. "I know there's a few people I hope don't vote for mine."
BENJAMIN VOX: valentine's day auction event, 2026.
Escorted by: Julia Ringwald. (NPC, 65, business associate of Melissa.)
@benjaminvox
"Just think it's Melissa. You're going to get her right in the fucking head."
"Is the safety on that thing, Adri?" He was half-joking...half concerned as he looked down at the gun. "Not exactly how I expected tonight to go."
FOR: @cassandra-acton WHEN: New Years Eve, 2025. WHERE: London.
Benjamin had spent most of the evening at the room’s periphery, not from exclusion, but by the sheer fact...he wanted to watch. From there, his eyes trained upon the room as his boss often did. It was a habit borrowed from Melissa, and now indoctrinated into his being. A faint curve of his lips accompanied champagne flute in hand,.
She had taught him early that solitude, by choice, could be strategic. That occupying one’s own space, unbothered, was a power in its own right. Observation sharpened influence, but only if one knew how to wield it in silence. Knowledge, after all, was leverage. But...in all honesty, all he'd seen this evening was laughter. Business was forgone for the celebrations of New Years Eve.
A sudden flash of blonde cut through his line of sight. "Ms. Acton."
