Sicilian Defence - Benny Watts

five - you.

florence shaibel.

"BENNY WATTS." Florence was being pulled away from the crowd, away from Harry and the flashes of the cameras which she couldn't bare herself to look at. It felt like her boss was going to kill her. "You can't just drag a lady away, it's impolite."

"Then follow me." He had let go of her hand without a glance back and kept strolling through the different hallways. "I-" Florence was cut off as she attempted to speed up, trying to reach Benny's pace while he looked casual, almost slouched. 

"Go get ready, meet me in five minutes." Benny spoke in a bored tone when they reached their hallway, and Florence was puzzled. What on earth would Benny Watts be doing with Florence Shaibel the night of his victory?

"But-" Benny shut his door.

Florence let out an annoyed sigh and made her way into her room, closing the door behind her as she walked further inside. She started in the room, changing her dress out for some dark, high rise jeans which fit a little above her ankles, something fitted but nice for the evening.

Following that, she wore a sleeveless blouse which was cream coloured and a black cardigan, making sure not to clash her outfit as she buttoned it up. The buttons were large and gold, but not tacky. Florence was careful with her outfit choice, she wasn't sure where she was going.

She did her eyeliner and lipstick in the bathroom next, and she noticed halfway through that Beth Harmon seemed to be rubbing off on her, but she felt pretty when she wore eyeliner, she didn't mind it all too much.

Florence slipped on some heels and was quick to walk out of the room, only taking around twenty minutes to get ready as she was worried Harry would come knocking her door down, though when he hadn't, she assumed he was off consoling Beth. Come to think of it, he might be the worst person to do so, but Florence faintly remembered seeing Beth with an older woman at one point who she assumed her mother.

"Benny?" Florence called out, knocking at the door. "Are you ready yet?" There was some audible shuffling behind the door, some knocking as though something had fell over before finally Benny opened the door to Florence, hat on his head and smirk evident. 

"Someone's eager."

"Eager for this night to be over." Florence was already walking down the corridor, and as she expected, Benny was shutting the door behind himself immediately and following after her without hesitation.

"Where are we going?" Florence spoke only when Benny was by her side again.

"The bar? There's one downtown, not far from here." Benny slung an arm around her shoulder.