Of all things Benjamin had thought that would or could happen when going to this beach event, meeting his favorite cam boy wasn’t one of them. And this time there was no broad bar to hide under, nor could he hide in his office. Benji was screwed. He found himself sinking in his Sazerac, his second cocktail of the day but he sure did not feel any braver due to it. After a minute he decided hiding didn’t really do him good and he should just rely on his usual acting. And if he did end up flushed he could always blame it on the alchohol.
“Look who the waves brought in, if it isn’t one of the regulars.”
@angellic-thanuel
















