Terrible Fates (BEN Drowned story)

Chapter 48

[Hey, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day (that's what this is for, at least, haha)! It's been a whole year now since I first published this installment last Valentine's, and I'm happy we've all come so far. Please enjoy the chapter and remember to love yourself. <3

Music in the multimedia is TROYE SIVAN - My My My! (this song is a bOP you must listen to it. Troye is my kinG).

Additional songs (which are also bops):

HONNE - Just Dance

Louis Futon - Surreal (feat. RKCB)

Love you all! Enjoy! :D ]

Stay Creepy, My Friends!

Chapter 48

Ben's POV

Okay, what the fuck.

It's my first time seeing Reese in a suit, and damn he looks so good. The way the green fabric shines in the light is so eye-catching. He didn't say it, but I knew deep down that he had picked this tux for me. I love green, and I love him, and now I love the both of them even more. His appearance is overwhelming, no god damn joke; I felt my temperature go up the moment I laid eyes on him. Thank you, God, Jesus, Vishnu, Allah, Buddha, and all the rest for this blessed gift that is Reese in a tuxedo.

We left the hotel for the night club we were going to. Music from the radio occupied what would have been silence between us. Not that it was a bad silence. Every other minute or so, I would glance at Reese to see him gazing out the window at all the sights of Vegas. We passed the Bellagio fountains, which was in the middle of doing another of its water shows. Multicolored lights shined upon the twirling, swirling spouts of water that shot into the night sky. Reese couldn't stop looking at the spectacle. I made a mental note of it before we eventually passed the fountains completely.

City lights and sidewalk were all we saw until we arrived at our destination. The nightclub had a parking lot practically full, yet the line of people waiting outside wasn't very long. This place wasn't on the "wild" side very much (as mild as you can get in Vegas). I didn't want to put Reese in that kind of environment right off the bat.

I could tell he was a little nervous walking up to the entrance. It wasn't over the fake ID I made him, which he showed to the bouncer with as much ease as an FBI agent. Something else was on his mind, but there's no way I could know what. I'm not a clairvoyant, although that would be badass.

Dance music filled the air. The ceiling was high above us and dazzling light fixtures hung, twirling gracefully. Lighting systems underneath the stairs, floors and seats of the club emanated a sweet violet glow that complimented the white furniture gorgeously. Club-goers either sat at the tables or the bar, enjoying drinks, or they danced with glee at the center floor. There was a stage at the back, with a grand piano and mic, telling of a potential or already past performance. Nothing about this place screamed intimidation. Somehow, it was simplistic under the guise of a fancy, upscale night club. Perfect!