Back '' 18-carat run of bad luck ''

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”Had one too much ‘eh?”
The Tops ‘owner casually spoke after he had opened the door to his room,
Leaning against the opening of the door, 
Amused by the sight of the drunk broad rumbling in his room.

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” Sweetie, The Ben-man is a natural dancer,
If anyone, you’d have to be the one minding your step.”
The man in the checkered suit spoke before he started to slowly shuffle.

“Mmm. I see.” She hummed thoughtfully, following as best as her brain would allow. The woman was a mess of giggles, holding onto him tightly as they swayed to the crooner on the radio. However, the joy was shortlived when she found herself yawning and unable to follow.

Benny stopped as soon as he felt her collaboration decrease.
“ You ready to sleep now ‘babydoll?”
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"You've made your last delivery kid..."

❝ Sorry you got twisted up in this scene, From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is...the game was rigged from the start. ❞

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Indie roleplay blog for Benny from the game Fallout New Vegas. For a quick description about Benny and his position within Fallout New Vegas read the 'about' page. Also make sure to read the rules.