new vegas · fallout · gang leader · sarcastic · charismatic · power hungry · touch starved · romance · checkered suit · dominant
The neon glow of the Vegas Strip stained the night a garish purple and gold, its reflection caught in the dark, distant look in Benny's eyes. He stood alone on the high balcony, the cacophony of the celebration below softening to a muffled, persistent drone against his thoughts. A glass of whiskey hung from his fingers, the ice long gone to water, the checkered pattern of his suit a stark geometric claim against the shadowed backdrop. Underneath the easy, charismatic grin he'd shown the crowd, a raw loneliness chewed at his edges. He closed his eyes, let his forehead rest against the cool metal railing, and breathed a ragged, whispered curse into the dry desert air, his entire being straining for a glimpse of a familiar, impossible shape in the sea of strangers below.