Teddy Benton

If you want to be president, you can start a war, you can lie, you can cheat, you can bankrupt the country, but you can't fuck the interns. They'll get you for that.

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alessafalcone:

Her eyes narrowed as he called her an old lady. Alessa was well aware of her age, and being 55 wasn’t old. She could still give a run for their money to the younger ones in town, something that mister mayor better not forget. It would be so easy to kick him under the table, but the president restrained herself. “False,” she said as he redeemed himself. “It’s the soul of men and women I slept with. But I can refer you to a surgeon. Should I leave his info at your office?” Leaning back, the woman snickered. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re not doing either of these. My girls aren’t happy with this and neither am I. But for now we’ll wait to see what Johnson has down his sleeve. I guess you’ll have to do the same.” Alessa knew more, of course she did. But she preferred to play the innocent one. Maybe Teddy would be suspicious about it, he wasn’t stupid after all, but for now, it was best to play that role. “But if you’re offering your shoulder, I’m sure some girls might consider it. After all, you’re one of Jericho’s most eligible bachelor.”

Teddy couldn’t even pretend to not be taken aback. “Women huh? Do tell. I need to know the visuals of that.” It was enough to almost make him forget that he was trying to get other information out her. Hell, he was only male and at times used just that one head to think.  Shaking his head to remove the thought from his head, he ignored the comment about the surgeon and leaned forward on his elbows to focus on the conversation at hand. “You know, it’s only nice to keep me in the loop on things. Otherwise I might be more inclined to take money from just one party that keeps me in the loop rather than all 4. How do you think that would work?” Laughing, he almost let the smile reach his eyes. “Are you going to cry on my shoulder?”

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clxra-fxlcone:

“Of course, just my luck”, Clara grumbled under her breath as she again turned the key. Instead of the life kicking to life it instead gurgled, struggling to bring it’s self to start. With a frustrated sigh she leaned her head back on the seat before lifting it up, looking at the outlife of Jericho before her. Almost made it. Almost there. Lifting the handle she pushed open the door, popping the hood of her old volkswagen as she went to figure out what was wrong. More on trying. Propping the hood hood open she peered inside, the smoke slowly dissipating. Almost at the same time came a clash of thunder and pouring rain right after. “Oh come on”! With a frantic closing of the hood she stumbled back to the car door.

Dinner with his parents had not been high on his agenda, but sometimes Teddy didn’t always get a say with what ended up on his schedule. His father had beat him to Erin and now Teddy was driving back to Jericho with a headache that could only be caused by the patriarch of the Benton family. If only someone could actually knock the man off his pedestal. Teddy was sure trying, but that didn’t mean he would be capable of it. Going around the corner, Teddy slowed as his headlights flashed against the car on the side of the road. Pulling over, he sighed as he got out, using his coat as an umbrella he tapped on the window. “You called a tow already right?”

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erin-bakerr:

“When are these clubs ever in an actual truce though? They are so on edge all the time that any little thing can set it off.” Erin sighed looking at her boss and one of her better friends. “We have to figure something out, otherwise there is going to be a bloodbath in this town..”

Teddy stared at the blonde and chose his words carefully. Was he worried about what the truce meant? Yes. Did he want everyone else to know that? No. Shaking his head, Teddy pursed his lips. “I doubt it will be an actual bloodbath. And to be honest, is it really that big of a deal if there is? Criminals killing criminals. Saves the state a bit of money at the end of the day when it comes to prisons.”

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mckennaprice:

The only detail Mckenna had learned so far was that he was the most impersonal person on the planet. There were no pictures of his family ( she bet his father was even more attractive than he was… she should be in his office ), there was no criminal paperwork laying on his table, he didn’t even have receipts laying around from where he went to lunch! Mckenna found receipts in her shower she was so messy. She would bet what little money she had he kept all his purchases written down in a checkbook like some kind of old man.

God, the elderly were so precious.

While he was adorable, she was completely absorbed in the fact that there was nothing to gain that she did not hear him enter and as a way of karma kicking her ass, she hit her head on his desk on the way to standing. “Shit,” she muttered, more upset about the injury than Teddy finding her being a creep. “Can you knock on my office door before enter? Some manners,” she scoffed, moving around to sit in his chair, putting her feet on his desk like she knew it would annoy him for some reason. “Your receptionist is an idiot, by the way. She would’ve given me all the secrets if I stared her down long enough. She isn’t as pretty as you are, though.”

Not even pushing the envelope, Teddy just sat down across from Mckenna and opened up his salad, starting to eat before speaking again. Sure he should be more concerned with why she was there, hell what she was looking for. But he knew that everything that could get him fired and hell even in jail was on his phone tucked deep into his pocket. He kept no record of anything and all the cash that they had paid him in was either stashed at home or in safety deposit boxes. “She really is pretty. I tried to get someone with an IQ but unfortunately temps in Jericho are a little hard to come by.” Taking a stab at his salad, he took ate a bit of it before adding. “You want to come take her spot? Enjoy the view every day?”

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rebelpresident:

“Or just for you, I’ll speak for my party,” Jason said looking away then smiling back at Teddy. “Must look pretty bad for you having me here. Is that what you tell all the concerned citizens in this town? I’m busy figure it out.” He wanted more power for the Rebels, he wanted to see them take this town, to show the main chapter what he was capable of. “Two murders in the last month sounds like anyone might be able to run this town better than you.” He laughed again. 

“It doesn’t exactly look good.” Narrowing his eyes, Teddy wondered if the man understood the implications that his actions could have. “You do realize that if you start raising the suspicions of why you are coming to my office that someone might figure out the reason you are and oop there I go. And then someone who is less welcoming to your requests might step into my office and clean out the infestation of pests in this town.” He felt like it was a common statement that he was having with the Presidents and MC members in the town. Did they not understand that even if their money bought him the spot, they still had to play the game as well. Raising his eyebrow, the mayor looked at the man across from him and laughed. “Sounds like thats a statement for the Sheriff. Do you want directions to his office?”

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sclene-fortier:

“Was that supposed to be a threat?” she rhetorically asked, remaining unfazed by the whole idea. Sipping on her beverage, the Enforcer shook her head in disappointment and pointed out, “I once specialized in law Benton, try serving me and see what happens.” Returning on the topic at hand, Selene was not satisfied with his response. Teddy was the mayor of Jericho and he had all groups under his watch, to say that he didn’t know was a bunch of BS. “Really? Is there still a reason to call you a mayor at this point or were you in the dark this whole time?” Sel then shook her head and frowned, “No. At this rate, I don’t even know what the fuck is going on.” 

“Not a threat. A reminder. There are times and places for conversations, and this is not one of them. And no offense, you are not the Vixen I want to have the conversation with.” It was moments like this where Selene’s background evaded him. And then came back to him like a speeding train. Though, he was still convinced that if he really wanted to Teddy could approach Henry and get the woman implicated on some kind of charge that she wouldn’t expect the man to know about. “Just because I am the mayor of the town doesn’t mean I know everything. Your kind of business generally doesn’t involve me. I get the after math or you lot telling me what’s in the best interest of the town and your own interests.” Nodding, Teddy almost felt bad for the woman. Except he was in the same position so he didn’t. “Well looks like you should go see your boss as well to figure it out.”

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erin-bakerr:

“I really don’t see that working well in our favor.” Erin said laughing a bit. “It would probably end with your head on a stick, literally, and me running from town to make sure my ass doesn’t end up right there with you.” She said leaning back in her chair. “Honestly I think getting them together would be the best thing, have them hash out their issues off the street and away from innocent bystanders.”

Watching her for a moment, Teddy let himself think. Trying his hardest to picture what it would be like for him to have his head on a stick. It would have been entertaining for him if it was anyone except for himself. “You think they have issues to hash out? Because right about now, it seems like they are probably doing pretty well on their own. I mean if you’re in a truce seems like you’ve solved your shit.”

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botticelli, munch, gauguin

botticelli: what is that one moment in your life that makes you feel proud?

The day that I became mayor. Sure I didn’t get here via the most legal of standards, but that’s not the point is it? I was just happy that I was following in my dad’s footsteps just like he had wanted me to. And it was one step closer to being in the same office position as he was and surpassing him.

munch: what is your medium in art? is that medium your first love?

Paintings. I’m a big fan of Salvador Dali.

gauguin: what is one thing that reminds you of childhood?

Strawberry candies. My grandma used to carry them in her purse and whenever we were in the car or church. She was just trying to reward me or keep me quiet but either way, I loved those things. They were great. And the worst part is I was never able to find them on my own accord. Where do these magical candies come from other than the bottom of grandma’s purse. 

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warhol: what is something that you possess that you’ll never give away/sell despite how much the cost?

My mom bought me one of Theodore Roosevelt’s original campaign buttons when I graduated law school and decided that I was going to go into politics. I know that could go for a pretty penny, but considering he was my namesake and that my mom gave it to me. Plus, it came with a nice note reminding me to speak softly and carry a big stick, basically keep your speeches kind but never let people forget what you’re capable of. It’s just kind of one of my most prized possessions. 

[peachisty]

famous artists ask

picasso: would you rather sleep on the moon with a stardust dress or on a tiny flower with a sunflower dress? van gogh: where is your go-to positive place when you’re feeling down/sad and what do you usually do? warhol: what is something that you possess that you’ll never give away/sell despite how much the cost? da vinci: describe your dream wedding. monet: where will you take your significant other in a date? kahlo: what is a pro-tip/lesson that you learned from your past? michelangelo: do you show your teeth when you smile? do you squint your eyes? matisse: how do you express your love to your friends/family/significant other? kandinsky: would you rather be a silky angel or a lacy princess… or a princess angel? degas: in a garden full of all sorts of flowers, which one will you pick? klee: in a library full of books, which five will you never get sick of rereading? klimt: how many languages do you speak? what is/are it/they? seurat: if you can wear only one color with different shades for the rest of your life, which one is it, and why? vermeer: which of your qualities make you a dream girl? harring: what is your all-time favorite band, movie, and painting? munch: what is your medium in art? is that medium your first love? renoir: is you heart occupied right now? describe him/her/them. gauguin: what is one thing that reminds you of childhood? manet: describe your ultimate summer get-away! botticelli: what is that one moment in your life that makes you feel proud? cézanne: what is your favorite christmas cookie?

[balaclavapoison]

please do it this is so cute!!!

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rebelpresident:

“Call the mayor’s office and scheduled something? So that suit isn’t just for show? You know you’re dealing with bikers, we don’t make a habit of calling ahead.” Jason laughed gruffly at the end of his words. The announcement at the club had shaken the whole town. Jason was not immune though he acted coy about it. Teddy shut the door behind them clearly concerned about who might see them talking. The President made himself comfortable in a chair in front of the Mayor’s desk. “So Mr.Mayor what do you make of the newest alliance. I think if you’re not careful they’ll be a club member in your seat pretty soon.” Shaking his head Jason leaned back. “Might be shit but I think they’re trying to take everything.” 

“I understand that. But meeting somewhere other than my office is much better for all parties involved. It’s not like people are going to think you’re here to make a request for the potholes on the streets to be fixed. You all can just drive around them.” Lowering himself into his seat, Teddy put his feet up on his desk and studied Jason carefully. The Rebels weren’t top dog in town. And unlike the Vixens who were adequately okay with their standing, the club seemed to be trying to get to the top. A move like this, definitely wouldn’t be helping their case. Shrugging his shoulders, Teddy didn’t let the words of the president in front of him get to him. “Let them come for my job. It’s not all shaking hands and kissing babies. You have to know the way of the political world. And unfortunately, unless Johnson himself took college courses he doesn’t. Nothing would get done. There are no contacts to be had. And most don’t want to do business with lowlife criminals. You lot just got lucky. So let him come for my job. See what kind of town you have in a year. If there will even be a town.”

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sclene-fortier:

After conducting a meeting with interested partners, Selene was craving some caffeine in her system. The whole fake it till you make it notion in her line of business was over exhausting, but as per usual, manageable that she just needed a little pick me up in the day. Upon arriving, she ordered her usual and took the cup with her on the go. In the midst of leaving however, she noticed a distasteful, yet familiar face from a far. 

Walking over to the mayor, Selene made herself comfortable and crossed her legs. Ignoring his initial greeting, she took a sip of her coffee and shook her head. “Don’t tell me what to do.” she replied with a stoic expression. “I’ll save us time. Did you know about it?” 

“Fuck me.” He muttered under his breath as the woman sat got comfortable across from him. He loved Selene. Really. On a good day. Once every six months. Every three years. But right now, it was not her lucky day. Today was a day where he was nursing a migraine and the last thing he wanted to be doing was answering questions when he didn’t have all the answers himself. “Selene, friendly reminder that even though you know people in this town, so do I. I can have you removed from this establishment with a restraining order for stalking if you are not careful.” Shaking his head, Teddy pursed his lips. “No I did not. Did you know?”

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alessafalcone:

Sittingdown, Alessa laughed softly. “Someone alerts the press; mister mayor isrefusing his arm to a sweet old lady.” The woman had no doubts that Teddy wasconfused about everything going on. Even she was still feeling a bit out ofbalance by it all. A small part of her thought this wasn’t fair on him, to keephim out of the loop like that when he had been working hard for them. But itwas the way things were done. “Well, for a start, you’re missing some boobs ifyou think I’m just going to share everything with you. I like you Teddy, I’mnot going to lie about that.” Over the years, Alessa had perfected the art oflooking totally unbothered by things happening around her, even when everythinginside of her was raging. And this was exactly the face she was keeping rightnow, relaxed and casual. “I was as surprised as you by it all.” This was a lie,a simple one she had agreed to tell. “My brother wouldn’t like this and I don’teither. But this wasn’t my decision so you’ll have to ask Julian and Seran whatthe fuck is going on in their heads.”

“The only old lady I’ll help across the street is you and my mother. Preferably not in that order because let’s be honest here. That woman is treated like a queen.” Laughing at her comment, Teddy nodded. Touche. She had done well with that. He was always one for a well placed insult on a good day. Ask McKenna. But even in a moment like this, he had to respect the woman for going to for it. “So if I get surgery and get boobs, you’ll let me know all the secrets? Does that include how you get your hair so shiny?” Leaning forward, he stage whispered to her. “I hear that it’s the souls of the men you sleep with. True or false.” Narrowing his eyes at her as she told her side, Teddy couldn’t help and wonder how the Vixens played a role in this whole new alliance, and whether or not she was even fully in the know on that. “So what, your girls just march along happily besides this mess? Or are you all out in the cold looking for a shoulder to cry on?”

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vp-robin:

“Aw, well aren’t you a smart boy.” Sarcasm. It had been a very easy question considering one was never far from the other.  Not only were they president and vice president, they were best friends. Sisters. Alessa was in charge for a reason though. She was good with words whereas Robin wasn’t. “Can you imagine me skipping around with roses Benton?” She took out a cigarette and lit it up, making herself even more comfortable. “She’ll talk to you about whatever she wants. Until then, we can talk about whatever you want.”

Rolling his eyes at the blonde in front of him Teddy bit his lip to prevent him from saying something he wasn’t supposed to. The damn women in this town drove him crazy. And why were they all blonde? Something in the water or just all related? “No, I see you skipping around with daises. Even a fucking flower crown. But that’s besides the point. What I want to talk about is what the fuck is going on where do you guys-- I mean women stand with this shit?”

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erin-bakerr:

.Erin saw Theo sitting in his usual spot. It was interesting, her job was to clean up messes that politicians got themselves into, and yet she had no clue how she was going to help him clean up this one. Sighing, the blonde pulled the chair across from him out and sat down with her coffee in her hands. Listening to him speak, the woman put a piece of blonde hair behind her ear and sighed. “So how are we going to fix this? Because as I see it, you’re up shit creek without a paddle.” 

The blonde across from him was one of few that he would actually give the time of day too without remorse. Leaning forward, Teddy shook his head and let out a breath of air he didn’t even know he had been holding in. “I have no fucking clue. Meet with them both? Figure out what the fuck is going on?” Shaking his head, Teddy rubbed his face wondering how he had gotten here. “Can I just have them arrested? Is that an option? The sheriff has stuff on both right? And then we just burn the town to the ground and leave. No one outside of here will even care.”

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