The eerie trail his finger traced burned into her cheek, and even after it left, the absence haunted Bellamy while she regained her composure. She wasn’t necessarily fond of the way he involuntarily mimicked her confidence, typically accustomed to the fact that she always contained control of any situation she was involved in. However, with him, it appeared to be a battle of dominance. Granted, this was his apartment and it was perfectly clear he held the upper hand against her — but that factor wasn’t going to cause Bellamy to easily succumb to his whim. She allowed him to exit her view, her stare forced to fall upon the wall that was once hidden behind his figure. Either party continued withholding such a calmness that it flagged suspicion in her mind, awaiting for the second that it would all burn up in flames like it had within the first five minutes of their meet. Bellamy turned at the immediate sound of ruffling occurring out of her peripheral vision, and was rather satisfied to see he accepted her suggestion. There was comfort in her steps taken towards the drugs on display, her once blank stare now evolved into that of a certain menacing excitement. Admittedly, she gathered from the way he carried himself that he was obviously far beyond your neighborhood weed dealer — though he amazed her regardless with the true collection he stashed away. She was certain, too, that this wasn’t all of it. He knew what he was doing, he wasn’t the type to show all of his cards so easily and his poker face was one of a kind; a poker face she acknowledged far more difficult to interpret than the rest. It was that very unforthcoming behavior he owned that drew her with such a strong magnetic force her adrenaline couldn’t resist. ❝ Well, ❞ She knelt to match the height of the table that caught her attention, ❝ I did simply come here for a smoke up — but — fuck it, right? ❞ Her question was addressed to nobody, her thoughts voiced aloud while she surveyed her options. It was true, her intentions weren’t to dive this deep in his pool; but she was drowning and she wasn’t bothering to resurface, either. Weed would mellow him, and her, and she wasn’t electing to allow her guard to be sabotaged. ❝ How good would you say this is, hm? ❞ She inquired with a bag of her white powdery vice in hand raised in the air so he could catch a glimpse of what she was referring to. ❝ Don’t tell me you haven’t at least tried this with all that you have. ❞ Bellamy felt anything but at ease when his cherished product was in her possession, carefully calculating each action she performed as if she were under heavy scrutiny; and that she was. She knew that much. She was playing a daring game with the devil and she’d come out scorn as long as it meant a victory of control. ❝ And I was thinking your absolute strongest. Don’t hold out on me, either. We can go shot for shot. ❞ Her attention wasn’t on him, but focused on creating a fine line across the surface; conscious of not allowing too much of the substance to fall from the bag. God forbid what would happen to her if she’d become reckless in preparation. Was it wrong of her to admit she quite enjoyed the unpredictable thrill that came with his actions? Probably. ❝ So, ❞ She finished her small task while lifting her gaze to meet his, features antagonizing in their display with her prior smirk doubling in size. ❝ Do you have a name, or are you just as uptight about giving that out as you are with everything else? — And you’re up first, hot shot. ❞ A hand motioned towards the line that resided between either of them. It was a nickname she’d refer to him as until she received said name she asked for.
he shrugged at the bottle in his hand and brought it over with one glass. it was his bottle, like hell he was dirtying a cup when he could just have a swig. he watched her peer over her options while taking a seat of his own before leaning forward, placing the cup on the table and pouring some in. he leaned back in the comforts of his couch as he tipped the bottle back. ben peaked behind the rum to survey what she held. “ everything is top notch. believe me. ” he murmured with a grin while taking one last drink and then placing it on the table. her comment for shot for shot made him smile, he just took two gulps. keep up lady. she antagonised him with her eyes. every look she gave, every gaze she held was calculated, cold, and driven. she was lining something up and he was eager to see what she was made of. he let out a scoff when she spoke up once again. “ you’re crazy if you think i’m snorting up with a chick like you. you wanted a sample, take it or you can say bye bye to everything on the table. ” he replied, gesturing to his selection. she was obviously eager to have him drugged up and drunk. it just showed how careful she was around him. how scared. he was a man that occasionally indulged in his product from time to time, and he was taught to never do so. but the only time he would give an absolute no to getting coked up and high, is doing it with a client. ben was trained and reckless at combat, or at the very least protective of his stature and job that his dad gave him. so even if he was out of his mind high, he would get in a couple shots. but he wouldn’t compromise himself like that, not after everything he worked for, especially after he just got here. the girl had to watch her step or she could have an enemy for life. the games she played, amused him so. as he was usually the curator of such gambits, but sooner or later they were gonna get him on his bad side. and even if he wasn’t the proudest when it came to laying a hand on a woman, he wouldn’t be afraid to do just that. “ and the names ben. ” he announced with his eyes locked on hers. they basically told her not to mess around, he wasn’t interested in anything other than getting money and his job done. it was best she knew that before finding out the hard way.
