The key in the lock turned quietly as Buster opened the door to his shitty little apartment.  Lulu would have had a fit if she had seen what he had done to her real estate property but she didn't own him.  This was his little slice of hell.  Home sweet hell.  "Make yourself at home." He said as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor in a pile of dirty clothes.  Benny's apartment was a mess.  There were dirty half eaten Chinese food take out containers lying around.  Empty pizza boxes and old beer bottles.  Not to mention every wall in the place was covered in graffiti and profanity, and drawings of naked women. 

Every time one of the fools came to chill here they commemorated the occasion by riding some shit on the walls.  Inside jokes.  The word of the day, or just death threats to people who had pissed them off that day.  On the wall behind the couch Mouse had wrote "Tommy Salami can burn in hell!!!!" Long story.  One of his male talents chose another studio to work with costing Mouse thousands.  it was a good way for the boys to vent.  That and the bullet holes in the walls didn't hurt either.

Buster made his way into the kitchen shirtless.  There were bruises on his ribs and back from where the Diablos had kicked the shit out of him.  It wasn't something he was overly worried about.  He could just rub some dirt on them and they would heal rather quickly.  A quirky side effect of his abilities.  Buster opened the fridge and pulled out another Chinese food container.  Sniffing it he paused.  He had to give it a second sniff to make sure it was okay before he plopped it on the counter.  "You hungry?" He called out from the kitchen fishing out a couple of beers.  Benny wasn't used to entertaining ladies here.  Sure they made their way through his apartment to the bedroom but it was usually dark and they were usually gone before morning where they could see the decay of the place by the light of day.

Benny closed the fridge.  A smiling picture of his mother was pinned to the freezer door.  He unscrewed the cap of his beer and stared at it as he took a hard swig.  Fucking bitch.  He thought.  What's she got to be so happy about? He wasn't even sure why he kept the picture his father gave him.  It was the only picture he had of her honestly.  Maybe he kept it so he could recognize her and cuss her out if he ever ran into her out on the streets.  Either way it was a glutton for pain.  He grabbed two beers and the cold Chinese food and brought it into the living room.  Using his foot he kicked an empty pizza box off the couch and handed Bastina a beer and offered her the food.  "You can have my bedroom, I'll sleep out here." He offered.  Benny wasn't used to being the 'nice guy' but it felt right for a change.

So much of his time was spent being a prick that for once it felt pretty good to be a decent guy.  Besides.  If that fiery asshole was looking for her she had to stay here.  She couldn't go out there where he could find her and kill her.  "I gotta talk to the boys in the morning, but you're not under the protection of the Fool's Dice Club. It comes with perks."  Benny said handing her the Chinese food.  He wasn't trying to chase the skirt.  He wasn't falling into bed with her simply because she had gone through some traumatic shit and even he knew when to give the libido a rest.  There were stains on the couch, stains on the floor and god knows there were stains on the mattress but none of that mattered. At least she was safe.  Benny stopped and sat down.  Taking another swig of his beer he looked at her carefully.  "What the fuck were you with a piece of shit like that for anyways?" He asked.  He couldn't help the bit of judgment that stained his voice as his question released.  Still, he was curious.  A girl that looked like that had options and slumming it with a piece of shit was probably the last one you would pick for a classy broad like her.