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After locking up, the question bubbles out of Benson’s chest like a belch, bleach flavored. The store key’s still in the lock and for once the exhaustion in his bones has beaten out the shrieking air raid sirens that've been howling in Benson's skull since his childhood. So Benson just does, no forethought or deeper examination involved. Allows himself the mercy of not looking too closely at why he’d ever think getting Bradley liquor loose and pliable would end up well for either of them.
“You wanna go get a beer?” A pause, the store key halfway turned into the locking position. He flicks it over the rest of the way to avoid having to go back inside and rearm the security system. “You old enough to even fuckin’ drink?”
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28 Jul 2025