Benny Watts Imagines

(BV) Drawn Hearts

I stood carefully cleaning and organizing the house as my boss had told me too. He had some people over to play poker tonight but I didn't pay much attention. I just focused on my work. I could hear the noise of them laughing and joking about the stench of whiskey, beer and cigarette smoke coming from the poker room. I could hear some gentle music in there too, likely on the record player or jukebox, but I forced it all out of my mind and continued working.

"Y/N!" I heard my boss yell so I went peeking my head around the door, it was a dark room filled with smoke and junk, the large round table sat in the centre with many chairs around it one light above the table illuminating the cards, money and drinks sat there. The jukebox playing in the corner and the other things in the room hidden by the dark. My boss sat at the head on the table a tall muscular man I had only known as sir as he didn't like people knowing anymore they that about hit, he said in his suit clearly by his pile of money he was doing pretty well, some other faces around the table I recognized from usual poker nights one especially so.

He sat across from my boss, his thick leather coat in the back of the chair almost reaching the floor, his hat there too revealing his blonde and brown almost dirty hair to the harsh light above him, his face a picture of concentration unreadable and he knew it. The speckle of hair above his lip and on his chin glinted a little in the harsh light much like his hair did, his brown eyes focused intently in his cards, in the other players and on the mile of money and other such things in the centre. He seemed to know on the inside of his mouth or perhaps his bottom lip perhaps he was thinking, his chains hung down to his chest contrasting to his black shirt, his tight jeans hugged his skinny body his belt done right with his knife long gone on the table to the side with some other things, his cards on the table face down he knew they he didn't have to keep hold of them this way knowone else at the table could read them, his fingers fiddled with his ring contemplating one move or another.

I knew about him, Benny watts. He had been coming to see my boss for poker nights as long as I worked here and I had to admit I admired him somewhat. He was smart but not oblivious as smart people so often are, he was nervous at times and could be a little tactless but he was smart and he knew how to use it.

Some part of me found that rather attractive, that and he's always in the paper or the tv for his championship here, winning his competition there I liked him but I never even spoke to him before. "Awww there she is" my boss smirked "grab me another whiskey y/n, as your up and all" 

"Yes sir" I nodded 

"Anyone else?" He asks 

A few murmurs of no or head shakes came from people and I was about to leave 

"Grab me a beer, if you're going sugar" Benny asked me looking up from the table to give me a tiny hint of a smile I nodded heading out making a whiskey and getting a bottle of beer the cold glass almost freezing my hand as I walked I had to stop just outside the door a moment as my hand felt like ice seeing the cold of the beer inside making the print from my hand begin to disappear, I giggled drawing a little heart on the bottle before picking it up and going inside putting the beer beside Benny's cards and handing the whiskey to my bosses expecting hand 

"Here you are sir" I said 

"Thank you y/n" he smiled to me 

"Thanks sugar" Benny nodded to me as I went to leave 

"Your welcome Mr Watts" I smiled 

"Benny please, you make me sound like a fucking dickward" he laughs I laughed and headed out the room going back to my work I didn't have much else to do anyway I was just finishing up packing my things away when 

"Y/n!" Was called from the poker room so I headed back sheepishly my boss didn't look very happy his pile had gone down must have started loosing I noticed Benny not at the table he was slipping on his long jacket and grabbing his knife