The Courier, in their drunken state, had bumped into someone. They facepalmed internally looking at the person with a slurred “Sorry.”

“Hey there Pussycat! Long time no see, eh? Why do you come up to my suite so we can go for another round of your world famous hey-hey?” Benny chuckled with a charismatic grin, grabbing the Courier’s waist.

“Benny?” The Courier said in disbelief. It would be a lie if they said they didn’t have feelings for Benny, even if he did shoot them in the head.