Benjamin "Benny" Draycott

Cunts.

The sound of a match striking echoed softly into his ears. A deep inhale and the sweet, smoky taste of nicotine filled his lungs. Though it did nothing to ease his rage filled nerves.

Thinkin they can just walk into my town and take it over. MY town. Absolute fuckin' wankers.

A frustrated grung leaves his lips as he flicks the tail end of his cigarette to the cobblestone. His one loafer slapping over it as he continued his brisk walk to his right hand mans house. They needed to talk, and they needed to do it now. Nothing else mattered. Not when an all out war was simmering right under the surface of the foggy London streets.

A swift knock with the side of his one hand, the black door trembling under the force of his thumps. A moment passes, some muffled shouting and then the handle turns, door swinging open.

Benny blinks, free hand moving to grip the top of the door frame. Must be his siblin he was yappin about the other day. He leans forward slightly, almost looming over them. Why are they lookin at me - shit. "Connor home?" He finally asked, London drawl deep and lazy as his eyes drag over them slow and steady. Like he was cataloging one of his precious shipments.

Then he sees it, the flash of a lollie as they pull it from between their lips. Before they can even answer hes speaking again, "Is that a lemon lollie?" A pause as he leans in a little closer. "Lemons my favorite you know."

Benny watches them with the same intensity he's had since they opened the door. They pause, tilt their head and he bristles with excitement. C'mon lovie, give me somethin'.

And then they hold it towards him, a glint in their eyes. Daring and amused. Without missing a beat his free hand comes up to take the lollie from their offering fingers, making sure his brush theirs.

Holding their gaze he slowly slips it between his lips, holding it for - one, two, three, - and then pulls it from his lips offering it back. "So, Connor home?"