TITLE: Fool Me Twice, Shame On Me.
LOCATION & DATE:Â Arloâs Place &Â Early New Yearâs Day (1/01/19)
SUMMARY: After a night of drinking and getting high, Ben gets busted. However, that doesnât stop him from resisting. AKA Benjamin Vanderbilt is an idiot.Â
TRIGGERS: Oding, mentions of drug use, mentions of arrest and jail
It was destiny that he had run into Chessie or Arlo. Or rather, that they had ran into him. Or met him in the same room. Whatever. And now he was feeling this high all over again. It felt like wind on a crisp fall day to him. He felt something he hadnât felt in two years. He was pretty damn out of it but itâs not like he really knew that. He thought that he was completely coherent.Â
Then when Chessie went down, it didnât hit him much. It shouldâve brought him back to reality. Instead, he just saw her go down without it registering. He then spent the rest of the night, away from others. With a little baggie tucked away in his pocket. How it got there, he wasnât sure but he knew heâd save it for a good time.Â
When uninvited guests made their way in, Ben tried to quickly get up from the floor but pretty much stumbled over.Â
âHey, hey, hey. What are you doing?â He asked, his words completely slurred. Next thing he knew he was against the wall with his hands behind is back.Â
âIf you fellas wanted some too, all you had to do was ask.â He announced as they searched his suit. Fuck. The counsequences of his actions werenât something he was really thinking about, his thought process was blurred but he knew that this probably wasnât good. He shouldâve just fucking left with King when they were talking about it. Now Ben was stuck in a god damn mess with no one to save his ass. Talk about being a Damsel in Distress.Â
âWe were making it snow since itâs not even cold outside!â He exclaimed, not helping his case. He was told to be quiet immediately but he couldnât shut the fuck up. The adrenaline rushing through him was warping his judgment completely. Maybe this was a nightmare. Maybe he was dreaming. That could be the case. He was a heavy sleeper. This couldâve just been his guilt. Yes, that made the most sense. This couldnât have been real.Â
âCan Olivia Benson at least arrest me?â He asked one of the cops as they took him off the wall. The Miranda Rights being read to him were muffled. He couldnât hear shit. It sounded like a bunch of idiots in a room talking. âThese handcuffs are really tight.â He made it seem like he was talking to old buddies. There was no filter. He was just blurting whatever the hell he was thinking. Next thing he knew, he was being led by a police officer out of the building. It felt worse than the walk of shame. At least with the walk of shame, you werenât being carried out by police officers. Fuck this.
The worst part was getting booked, and telling him that he had one phone call. He couldnât call his mom, he hadnât spoken to her in two years. He couldnât call his sister. Besides, he knew he was going to call King. However, he wasnât sure what the results of his actions would do to her or them. They were here for Ben to make amends, not to get actually arrested this time. But he had to suck it up to get the fuck out of here. That meant putting on his big boy pants and calling his wife.
