Characters: Benji, Kia, and some hoodlums.
Setting: Literally right before Kia dies!
Content: NSFW.
Summary: Ben's fatal mistake, dun dun dun.
Benji was feeling particularly on top of the world as she and Kia left the Dive, fingers laced loosely together as they made their way toward the parking lot where she had left the Jeep earlier. She thought the Dive was a pretty lame bar, their music sucked and it had been open since her parents had been at Blue Ridge and that itself was ages ago. But they were also one of the few bars that never seemed to have staff members that cared about the credibility of your identification. Though Kia was recently legal, Benji herself had been slipping into the Dive on a fake ID for almost three years now, without a care in the world.
There were worse places to have a drink out there. She wasn't a particularly big drinker, most of it tasted like shit and watching her parents make asses of themselves when they drank was a pretty good reason not to be like them. But tonight felt like a celebration, she was almost done her senior year, and Kia was going to be graduating from university at the same time. They had less than a month of classes left, and that was enough of an excuse to go into town and get rowdy.
To say that Benji was proud of Kia was probably an understatement. People tried to act like Kia couldn't take care of herself, but Benji knew better, and she was thrilled at her girlfriend getting her degree finally. Her parents, all three of them, might have been proud indeed but Benji was practically beaming the whole night. She always knew that Kia could do it, and now this was proof. She would skip out on university, she was incredibly over the whole learning curve herself, and maybe she wouldn't have the best education but she would go where ever Kia wanted to go. She had already told her that a hundred times. They would get by. It was their plan from the beginning. When Kia graduated, they would move away and do whatever they wanted, with no one judging them or telling them what to do. They would start their own life, their own family.
On a good night, it was hard to keep a Sommer quiet. When one Sommer had drank as much as Benji did that night, it became ten times as hard. She had been raising her voice and horsing around all night, laughing obnoxiously and taking every chance she got to brag loudly about her girlfriend. The more she consumed, the more she began to get into people's faces with her antics, and it wasn't long before a scuffle broke out between her and another guy nearby at the bar. He had been talking big, but Benji wanted to talk bigger. It didn't take long of her mocking him before it came to blows. She made sure to get a good spit in his face, leaving him looking furious before the bouncer pulled her away, warning her that she was on her last leg of the evening. It wouldn't be the first time that she had been chucked out of a bar, and it probably wouldn't be her last. Benji didn't even let it bother her as she got back to drinking.
It was almost one in the morning by the time they were leaving, most of the noise and music from the bar had even stopped, and the parking lot was almost eerily silent, crickets chirping lazily off in the bushes somewhere. "I sure told that motherfucker, huh?" Benji asked, her words just a bit slurred as she fumbling in her shorts to her Jeep keys. "Maybe we should.. maybe we should make Tay pick us up," she suggested, giggling as she accidentally dropped her keys to the pavement. She kept her fingers linked with Kia's as she crouched down to retrieve them. "Keep an eye out for prowlers," the tall blonde joked, reaching over with her free hand to tickle Kia's side a little. They kept up their pace toward the Jeep, maybe she would get her phone from the dash and call Taylor after all. She was sort of seeing some double.
Her mind was distracted for just a moment with that thought, and that was all it took, before she realized Kia's hand was being practically torn out of her grip and her girlfriend was stumbling backwards. She turned around sharply, squinting at the guy from earlier and four of his friends. She wanted to spit on him all over again, as he stood there, holding Kia in front of him with one of her arms bent awkwardly behind her back. Benji saw red in seconds, practically growling as she stepped toward and tried to shove him away from the brunette. She was outnumbered, and younger than all of them, but it didn't seem to dampen her spirit. No one touched Kia like that, she could see the discomfort on the older girl's face as the jerk continued to twist her arm. "Buddy, you better step the fuck off!"
