COMPETITION AND BEAUTY | Benny Watts ♛

Nine

YALL ARE SO AMAZING 2K READS???? I cannot believe it I never thought this story would get so far:,).

Disclaimer:
My friend Kiah, Lauren, and I are planning a wedding for our stuffed animals. We're a little psychotic. I do not own the characters from TQG, but if I did then Benny would be our flower girl.

Song of the chapter: I Wish I Didn't Care by Kid Travis

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘

TW: Slightly violent themes

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Falling asleep in random places had become a recurring thing for Thea, specifically in hotels. This had become one of those times, and under any other circumstance, it would have been fine, except Thea had missed a very important time.

Lifting her head from her sketchpad, drool pooling on what used to be Jolene's hair, and now it was just a smudge of color. The once almost completely colored sketch of Jolene was now just a smudge of color. Of fucking course she ruined the one sense of a peace treaty she had for Jo, great! Groaning, all she wanted to do was go back to sleep, but instead, she studied her surroundings.

The room she had fallen asleep in was the lobby, on the cold surface of the bar. The entry was much less crowded than before. In fact, there was not a single soul in sight.

Frantically, she shifted in the barstool she fell asleep in, her eyes searching for a sign of life or a source of time. Glancing to the front desk, above it was a grand clock, reading the time of two thirty-eight in the morning.

Struggling to get up from her seat, she left behind her papers and pencils, running to the booth in which she should have collected her money more than two hours ago. The stand which used to be filled with chatting gamblers now had an eerie sense of silence. She didn't know if she was creeped out or relieved that there was finally some peace and quiet.

The stand was barred, and without the man who judged her for her financial choice hours earlier, nowhere to be found. No one was anywhere to be found- and why would they be? It was the middle of the night in Kentucky. Unless the party life in Kentucky was a great deal, everyone in the hotel had gone to sleep.

Sinking the floor, her backsliding on the side of the booth, she buried her face in her knees, feeling like a fool. How could she have missed the payout? She could always try and get the money tomorrow, but there was no guarantee. What if this stupid mistake cost her her savings?

And maybe she was hallucinating from her apparent stress, but it was almost as if someone was speaking in the empty hotel lobby.