(Huniepop x OC) He's Him and I'm Me

Experienced Rookie

   A tall man stood at the bus stop. It was midnight for him and he just had another nightstand with some chick he picked up. His black hair was all pointed out in several directions. With tired yellow eyes, Benedict looked over to his phone, which was turned on from a text. The street lamp above him was a dusty gold on his phone and it reflected off the screen. He unlocked it and read a text from someone he wasn't expecting. The text seemed all slurred and it was obvious that the sender was drunk. Or at least close to it.

wa$up bro

Goldie, ur drunk

Go to sleep

mo i not D:,

also u cant

*i

Hold on, I'll call a friend

Benedict sighed as he began going through his contacts. Maybe he had his old neighbor's number. They could probably pick up his cousin from the bar. When he got to S, he stopped. His thumb hovered above it, contemplating. Should he call her? What could it hurt? He called his old friend. When she picked up, he could pick up that she was outside by the sound of crowds of people.

"Hey, Kyu," he casually greeted. "Helping another client?"

"Ben! Yo! It's been a good year or two!"

He chuckled. "Yeah. It has. Anyway, I dunno if you need a new client but I've got someone you might like."

"Oooh! Fresh meat! Where they at?"

"She, actually. My cousin, Bailey Barkington. She's not a virgin though, but I haven't seen her with a chick since high school."

"Okay okay! She's got experience! I like it... You got any info on her? Like where she lives so I can meet up with her? Maybe what she's like?"

"She's over in that bar where we first met; Glenberry!" Benedict combed his fingers through his spiky bangs. "Man... good memories. As for her, she's a bit... prickly but once you get past that, she really knows how to bring the best in people. I've seen her charm her way through college so she's had quite a few admirers, both dudes and girls. Oh, and she lives with some buddies of hers, so be prepared if you show up at her house."

"Cool! Thanks! Bye!"

She hung up before he could even respond. She must be excited... He sighed and continued to wait at the bust stop. Meanwhile, Bailey sat at the Bar & Lounge, enjoying a nice night of peaceful drinking. Unlike Ben's spiked messy hair, hers was naturally untidy with a strange bedhead look. She spun the empty shot glass with a finger before raising it up.

"Another one, Mr. Bartend," she requested.

The middle-aged man nodded and poured some more whiskey into her glass. He eyed her as she downed it.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" he questioned. "What's this? Your... twentieth shot?"

"It is now." She pulled out a couple of fifties from her wallet. Whiskey was the most expensive drink here, which wasn't surprising. "Keep the change, sir. I'll be back in a couple of days."

Bailey got off the stool, and the counter went up to her shoulder. She was short, and her bad posture highlighted it. She started to walk out the doors, only to bump into a brunette with green eyes. Her scent was sweet. So sweet that it stung her nose... Bailey huffed the fragrance from her space, covered her nose with her scarf, and rushed out of the area.

But the stranger stopped her. "W-Wait a minute! Heeeeyy! Where you going?"

"Uhh... Home? Why the fuck are you asking? Did you need something from me?" Why would a complete stranger need something from her? Did she recognize her?