Benny - Fallout: New Vegas

Three

She followed him wordlessly as she was lead to the elevator by the hand. She could feel his nervously squeezing hers.

What the fuck I am I doing? He asked himself, tightening his grip.

As soon as they stepped inside, he let go and the Courier side stepped away from him.

So she only ever wanted revenge, he thought disappointedly, staring down at his fancy shoes. He was stupid to think she genuinely liked him, he did try to kill her.

The air between them was tense as the elevator ascended. He wondered what she was going to do next, when she was going to strike. As soon as the elevator door opened, he burst out to make sure she couldn't attack. He had to stay ahead. He had to stay alive.

In contrast to his panicked skip into the long hallway, the Courier merely stood, taking in the nice decor. She smiled once again, this time it was small and sincere. This must be a nice change to the harsh and rough Mojave Wasteland. Eventually she stepped out into the warmly lit space made no effort to get closer to Benny. She only acted as if he was there, which was making him slightly frustrated.

With slight hesitation, he grabbed her hand once more, lightly pulling her to his suite. He needed somewhere private but he didn't want to be too aggressive. He'd have to charm her first.

She seemed willing. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign. Tonight was going to be interesting, to say the least.

"Grab a seat, pussycat, make yourself at home," he charismatically said, waving his arm towards the couch. She looked so tiny as she was consumed by the cushions and the puffy sofa.

She quietly yawned. It had been a long day and it wasn't going to end any time soon. Being tired wasn't going to be good however, she had no idea what he had up his chequered sleeve.

"May I get you a drink?" He stood by the bar holding up two glasses.

She nodded. "Anything's fine with me."

She watched him intently as he opened the bottle of the whiskey. He skilfully poured it into both of the glasses with a slight tilt of his hand. Perfectly filled. To be expected of the boss chairman.

He could feel her eyes trained on him as he set down the glasses. It would be too obvious if he'd tried to distract her and he couldn't make a move now. Her eyes intently followed his. Like a predator watching its prey. Only time would tell who was who.

She held the glass up to her lips, carefully tilting it towards her. The cold liquid smoothly went down her throat as she raised an eyebrow up at him. It wasn't poisoned and she knew it. It was a good opportunity wasted and he couldn't think of what else to do.

She continued to drink the whiskey. Her feet tucked under her crossed legs and she tapped the side of the glass. He watched her curiously. Most girls could never take their eyes off of him but she looked around the room as if he wasn't there. He almost wanted to pick her up as he stared at her, slightly annoyed, to show her he was the boss. This was the first time a woman had ignored him.

He didn't however and they sat in each other's company, pretending they weren't there.

After a long moment, she looked thoughtfully at him. He opened his mouth to speak but didn't know what to say.

She did. "I really fucking hate you. But I don't want revenge."

He didn't expect that last bit but his theory was correct, she had plan. He was relieved but at the same time, terrified. The first time in a long time.