Liam Bennet

Ah. At least you’ve got a job in general though, am I right? Even though mine’s a bit rough, I’m glad I’ve got it— I honestly don’t know what I’d be doin’ if I didn’t. Oh, definitely those kids if they’re being rotten. 

Yeah, you're definitely right. Times are getting harder so I'm thankful to have what I do. How about modeling? You could totally be a model!

Okay. You’re really fucked.

Usually I'm just Liam though. Nice to meet you.

Nope. Only when I don’t manage to drown one of them.

Well that sounds like a very busy, hard working life. I don't see the fun in it at all. But hey, to each psycho, their own weird obsession, right?

Yeah, it’s not a very common name ‘round here at least, I don’t think. You work here in some ways? I do work here— I’m a creche, I work with the kids here. 

Well I work for a guy that works for the hotel. It's the assistant title that's holding the direct link back. [He frowns] All the kids? Like the ones that throw things at me, those kids?

—You’re fucked.

Because it's past nine or because I ate pop rocks and coca cola?

Well you’ve been laying there since I arrived. Some kids tried to draw on you, but I shooed them off.

Thanks for having my back against those minions. The war is still ongoing... I think I might even draw battle lines.

I drown people in the pool.

Sounds exhausting. You ever have trouble sleeping after?

I work in the events department actually. I'm an assistant. It keeps me on my feet a lot more than I thought it would, but in all honesty I wouldn't trade it for anything.

..Do you want to go get food?

If I ever say no to that question I want you to punch me. Let's go.

Liam? Nice to meet you. Alaska— Like the city, but not. Oh, do you work here? I don’t blame you for passing out if you do. There’s a lot to do ‘round here. 

Alaska? That's a nice name, not one I hear very often. I'm actually an event coordinators assistant. In some ways I guess I do. What about you?

Sure you wanna know?

Just tell me it's not past nine?

Easy there, tiger. Nothing’s on fire.

What time is it?

[His body twitches when she nudges him and suddenly his eye lids flick open and he's pushing himself upright] When did I pass out?

You want orange juice?… 

Where you... going? Come... baaaaaaaaack... You know I can't run in these...

That sounds pretty serious. Does it keep you busy?

…dude, are you drooling? That’s it. Too creepy. Wake up.

WHAT--WHOA--I'M UP, I'M UP!

I’m a stripper.

Hot. Which strip joint?