Checkered past

With the group given the 'all green', they enter inside without much hassle. The Tops building itself has two floors from what Afton could see... A balcony area above the eastern side of the room contained some Roulette wheels and most of the elevators.

The eastern side had most of the gamblers however, it held most of the other tables and slot machines, making it far more lively than any other place. Still, one thing was always present, the gangsters in grey suits wearing pistols.

Afton knew they'd probably have to fight those guys if Tamia's 'seduction' fails, so he was already thinking up plans to take them down... Easiest of which would simply to be flipping over some tables and using them as cover, protecting the others as Afton went to town.

Still, that hadn't occurred yet so he bided his time... Though, by the looks of it, they'd found their guy... Checkered suit, slicked black hair, with a cocky grin on his face. He was exactly how many had described him.

Afton in particular took great notice of the 9mm pistol holstered at his side. The man seemed to take good care of it, especially if you took into account the engravings on it, regardless, it didn't look all that modified, so it shouldn't be anything to worry about.

Afton looks over his shoulder at Tamia who was already glaring daggers and Benny and nods at her, afterwards walking over and taking a seat at the Blackjack table closest to Benny. Karl and Veronica follow him while the others take up positions nearby, trying to make sure Benny didn't notice the sudden influx of people near him.

After that, all they had to do was wait, and watch...

Tamia struggles to rid herself of the furious expression on her face as she slowly stalked towards Benny. She could feel the familiar yet cold steel of the revolver Afton had slipped her in the waistband of the suit she'd stolen from the Ultra-Lux.

"Happy thoughts, happy thoughts..." she quietly mutters, thinking of all the ways she'd butcher and mutilate Benny once she had the chance... And like a light, a bright smile appears, and most would even consider genuine, were they not aware of the emotions behind it.

"So I said to the gal, 'hey birdie, why don't you stop ringin' them and come to Ring-a-ding-ding with me?' Know what she says?" Benny asks one of his bodyguard gangsters beside him, unlike the others, these one's wear black suits, as if to mark them out from the rest.

They shrug noncommittally as if only listening because they were paid to. "What, boss?"

"She says, 'Babe, my boyfriend is watchin'... But if you take care of him...' Gal wants me to off her B.F so we can F.U.C.K, and maybe a little S.U.C.K, you know what I mean?" Yet again, the gangsters just nod with blank expressions causing Benny to sigh.

"Yeah, of course you don't. Like you minions would know anything about women... Or how to spell for that matter... Anyways, end of story is, I take her to pound town while her 'pally' takes a trip down 'memory lane', if you catch my dig?..." upon not getting a response, Benny just sighs, "Memory lane, as in, only exists in peoples memories. Damn, you guys are some dumb suits..."

Deciding this'd be the best moment to make herself known, Tamia steps forth, approaching the Benny and his bodyguards and waiting for the man to notice her.

His eyes quickly catch hers, and he pushes past her bodyguards to get a better look, but quickly comes to regret that decision upon realising who she is. "What in the goddamn!?" he gasps, his breathing getting heavier as he struggles to calm himself.

"Alright, ok baby... Let's just... Keep things swingin'. Smooth moves, like smooth little babies." he says, more to himself than Tamia.

"Hello again, I was just thinking about you, Benny... You left quite the impression." she states, raising her hair slightly to show the bullet wound in her skull.

Benny audibly gulps at this, but takes a quick look at his bodyguards and forces himself to calm down. She was unarmed, and in his territory, he was safe here... Right?

"Baby you know I didn't have my heart in that, right? It was just business, something I know you would understand, we're more similar than you realise..." he says.

'Maybe I should tear our your heart to see then?' she thinks to herself, but manages to keep the forced smile on her face, "Oh? Did you also get shot in the face? Because I can't really see it, you're pretty handsome now that I can see you properly..." she says, chewing her lip as sensually as she knows how... Which isn't that much if she were honest.

Of course, despite Tamia's best efforts, this barely gets a reaction out of him. Benny can't really understand why the gal he shot was trying to flirt with him... It was really weird."

"Uh... What say, me and you go somewhere private to discuss things... I'll explain what happened, maybe we can get to know each other a little..."

"Without the guards?" she asks, but by the looks on Benny and his henchmen, that obviously wasn't going to happen.

Benny glances between her and his men, "Uhhhh... I don't know if that's the best idea, baby. You know how things are, big shots like me can't just go around alone-like."

Tamia raises a brow, "So... You'll make them watch us... You know." she says ambiguously, but everyone nearby gets the gist.

Benny eyes widen, "What? No! I like to swing baby, but not while a bunch of suits are watchin'... Ugh." he mutters as if the very concept offended him. "But, you and I aren't... Groovin' baby. If you get what I'm sayin'?"

"What? You don't want, this?" she gestures at herself, her curves showing despite the male suit she was wearing.

Benny gulps, "That... Doesn't matter."

"Heh, you were talkin' a lot earlier, boss... You sure you're not some virgin? Gal here has you all flustered."

Benny turns to the man and scowls, "I'm not about to stick it in a gal I went 'nd shot in the face... You know what they say, don't mix business and pleasure, baby!"