Benny Watts Imagines

(Book Version) Pissed 1 & 2

I hurried down the busy new York streets, the air thick with exhaust fumes and other such things. I turned the corner quickly into the lobby the the building knowone was there questioning anyone so I headed up the stairs even if my fingers where starting to hurt from carrying it all. I hurried along to the familiar door trying once more to remove the painted obscenity on the door but to no avail so I hurried inside shutting the door behind me instantly going to the small kitchen to put down my brown paper bags on the clean countertops I turned as I dusted off my hands on my skirt seeing what I usually see, the table folded out placed squarely in the centre of the room, a chair tucked up to the table with not much room to move, a chess board on the table the pieces in line places indicating a game half played, the flat fairly dark with just the single light bulb above the table, the washing not done, the dishes still dirty everything as I had left it. 

And I do mean everything...

The familiar skinny figure sat on the one chair his pants tight to every inch of him as they sat on his waist, his button down rolled to his elbows, he sat up straight almost frighteningly so, his hair dirty and in need of a trim as it was beginning to fall in his eyes even if he fixes it with his hand ever so often, his brown eyes watched everything, looked everywhere not a single move not thought of or unconsidered as he scanned it all much like I imagine a fax machine would or perhaps a computer would, his face unshaven but that was not unusual for him nowadays, a cigarette in his fingers occasionally moving it back to his lips before Ashing it on the floor. 

It was silent but my breathing and the ticking of the clock next to the board.

A desire in me wanted to speak, but another wanted to stay silent not wanting to disturb him in case I broke his concentration so I just began unpacking my bags putting things away in the kitchen having to clean a little as I did things like the old milk in the fridge and the can of something so old the label had fallen and been lost to dust. Once it was all away I began washing up every so often noise would make me jump a little the sound of pieces moving on the board normally he moves them very quietly but in this silence they were impossible to ignore. As soon as I finished up washing up I grabbed a ashtray I had just washed drying it on my skirt holding the beautiful crystal in my hands careful I knew it had been pocket from some hotel or another as quietly as I could I stepped over pushing the little ashtray onto the table trying desperately not to disturb the chess board he saw it glancing to the ashtray then to me a moment before instantly his eyes returned to the board 

"Thanks y/n" he said his voice strange clearly where he hadn't spoke and smoked all day 

"Your welcome" I smiled fiddling with my fingers unable to stop my smile I didn't want to speak again to disturb him anymore then I already did but he was speaking and I was going to milk that for as long as I could before he would stop again "uuuuhhhh Benny would you like a cup of tea?" I asked 

He didn't respond too focused so I headed back to the kitchen to clean up from where I washed up 

"Two sugars y/n" he spoke Ashing his cigarette into the ashtray I made him a cup of tea with two sugars as he asked heading back to the table and sitting it beside his ashtray I unfolded the other chair sitting at the other end of the table from him with my own cup of tea I watched him as he sat thinking and occasionally moving pieces, I went to move one myself but almost instantly his hand came and slapped my wrist before I could even touch it "don't touch" he warns 

"Sorry... I just wanted to play too"

"You can't play chess y/n, remember?" He sighed finishing his cigarette

"Well give you practice playing against someone"

"I don't need practice y/n, even if I did you wouldn't be much use" he sighed "you play like a five year old"