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     “Monty’s a---” Sometimes, Benedict can filter himself. “---gay? A gay man? Good for him, I guess, I...” Sometimes, Benedict can switch topics. “I’ll see if I can make it.” All he had to do was make sure that if Margo wasn’t going to spend Thanksgiving back home that his mother wasn’t dining alone. 

The kiss doesn’t surprise her but she’s off-centered by it, causing a tilt in one direction and a lopsided kiss as effect. A small pout forms as he pulls away, mostly due to the sudden lack of warmth – but of course, kissing is one of her favourite past times. 

She nods before saying, “Monty and I are having a little shindig at our apartment, if you wanna come. He’s bringin’ his boyfriend an’ otherwise, it’s just gonna be me thirdwheeling them.” She scowls a bit, staring at the empty space behind him. “You should come.” 

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     As she turns her head to him, he leans forward and kisses her mouth. His kiss is not greedy or lewd, but is the complete opposite of him; it’s sweet and a little needy.   But before she can determine the nature of these traits in his kiss, he pulls away.

     “Sorta,” he says, shrugging indefinitely. “My mom usually throws a dinner at her house.”

The returned bottle immediately goes to her lips, pink stained around the rim from rubbed off lipstick. “Yeah, you’re a dick but…” Shoulders shrug and she leans towards him so that their shoulders are just meeting. “You’re not any worse than Monty. You can kiss me.” Eyes move from the sky to Benedict. “But not if you’re doin’ it cause your bored or something.” 

She pauses briefly. “Do you have plans for Thanksgiving?” 

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headcanon: going ahead on that headcanon where Margo goes missing, I’m pretty sure there’s a pre-missing Benedict, and a post-missing Benedict, and post-missing Benedict is more offensive, more angry, prone to using drugs and more violent. so, I want this to be totally known

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He gives her the bottle. His eyes stay on the stars above. 

“I know I’m an asshole and that I’ve been making things really weird lately, but I wanna kiss you---well, I wanna do more than that, but I can press pause on getting in your pants for now, but I think you’re cool, even though you’re kind of a kook.” 

He turned to look at her.  “Your move, chief.”

She turns briefly to give him a disappointed frown but quickly goes back to looking at the starry sky. “Well, it was UFO.” It wasn’t. She knew this. She let’s go off the bottle easily enough, well over half of it gone. 

“If you don’t wanna be ‘ere, you don’t hafta be.” Her tone is laced with bitterness, but she’s rather calm. “I don’t need a babysitter.” She reaches for the bottle again.

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     “Nope.” 

     He walks over and takes the bottle from her before sitting down and joining her. He looks up with her, takes a swig and is, for a moment, silent. 

     “My sister’s out pardying with ‘er sleazy boyfriend, an’ I’ve got nothin’ better d’do than watch you mistake planes for saucers...”

“Parties are full of drunk people who wanna get laid – I can do all of that up here and look for aliens.” She  waves the bottle of vodka in her hands, calling him over, but her  face is upturned towards the sky.        “Didja see that?” 

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“Happy Halloween, nerd,” Benedict said, approaching from his car. “You’re on this sorry fuckin’ hill for Halloween instead of at a party? Not like that’s any surprise...”

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“That’s not a fair fight, cream puff. I’d break y’fists on impact,” he said, lying about how physique. “But we could go on a kickboxin’ date.”

“Aliens, local myths, pineapples for decoration..” 

“You’re the one makin’ it weird, buck-o.” She shakes her head,  low laughter on her lips. “How about you take me somewhere else. Some where I can kick  your ass.” 

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“Fight ‘er? Y’mean like... punch ‘er?” Benedict wasn’t claiming to be a man who hadn’t punched women before, but he couldn’t recall an instance where he’d punched a romantic interest. 

     “I’m not gonna punch y’sister.”

“Bro, that’s the point. It’s about rising the bar so  chicks and dudes are on the same playing field.  So if they’re assholes, fight ‘em. Oh, and Lee’s  definitely an asshole, but here comes the next rule.  You can’t fight her, not because she’s a girl or  anything, but because she’s my sister. Wanna hit  something? Hit me.”

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“But not all girls deserve d’be treated th’ same! Some chicks are fuckin’ assholes!” Benedict expressed; a personal rage coursing through him influenced him to shake. “I mean--your sister’s not an asshole, that’s not whad I’m sayin’. I’m not--I--- I’m not gonna say anything d’her that’s anti-feminist. My sister’s a... feminist, so... I don’t know. That’s not a problem here.”

“My rules aren’t only for me. They’re for you so  she doesn’t chew you up and spit you out in   three days. Just a heads up, she does that.  Anyway, you have to be a feminist. Say one  misogynistic thing to her and I will kick your  face in ‘like a girl’. Treating the opposite sex  right will go a long way, man. You following?”

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“That’s, uh... decent--fair. I guess, uhh...” Benedict said, scratching the back of his head and pretending to ponder for a second. “What’re th’  rules--your rules? ‘Cause I got rules for my sister’s boyfriends--or used to...”

“I wouldn’t like it. It’s not you, even though  you’re a piece of shit, it’s me. But forget me.  Let’s say you did date her. My sister. There’d  be rules. My rules. And if you turned out to be  like any of the other guys she’s been with, cop  or not, I would murder you. That’s how I feel.”

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     “Wouldja feel weird if I wan’ed d’... I dunno, date your sister---not like I would or anything, but how... would you... feel about that...?”

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     “But that’s not how it works.”