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He sighed and watched as William's black bishop ate his white rook. "Goddammit."
"Things just aren't going yer way today, eh?" William leaned back and scratched his left eye, the one that had a scar grazing at it its outer edge. He, like Benjamin, had committed a rape before (though it was underneath his boss' command). The scar was a result of the woman trying to ward him off with her claw-like nails.
"Nah. Guess not." Benjamin, with a now-faint interest, moving one of his pawns aimlessly on the board. It was just them and the king left on his end. William had somehow set up a small barrier around his own king that consisted of his queen, his other bishop, his rooks and his horses. Benjamin had eaten up his pawns but with that setup, it didn't matter. "We're friends but y'like t'give me a hard time."
"Nooo," William moved his bishop back, purposely playing with Benjamin. "S'how the game works."
"Sure that's how it is." Benjamin moved another pawn so it got the way of bishop. "I don't understand why I keep on playing this with you. It always has the same result no matter what I do."
William's bishop devoured the pawn. "S'bound t'change sometime, I would think."
"But nothing's changed fer the longest time. Well, not fer years, anyhow. No matter how hard I concentrate or how hard I try, this is just gonna happen again fer even more years. Y're just gonna keep on winning." Benjamin furrowed his brows and contemplated his next move uselessly. "Nothing changes between us."
"Huh yeah. Y're right about that." William drummed his fingers lightly on the table, waiting for Benjamin to make a move to end their session quickly and without anymore misery. "Wonder why that is." He paused while Benjamin continued to think. "Wait, naw, I think I know."
Benjamin glanced up at him, looking expectant. "D'you really know why?" He quickly moved another pawn in the way of one of William's rooks.
"Yeah. D'you want t'know why?"
"Eh sure. I don't see why not. You tell me now."
William picked up his queen and skipped it over the entire board to knock Benjamin's king over. "It's 'cause y're bad at chess."
Benjamin faked looking crestfallen as he picked up his defeated king and threw it at William, aiming for his nose. It went right into his cheek instead before tumbling its way down onto the floor. "Aw shite, y'bastard."
William laughed and leaned down to pick up the king, his fingers touching the floor as he lifted it off the ground. At that same moment, Benjamin knocked the rest of the chess pieces off the table. The black queen slid down William's back and he flinched, hitting his head on the edge of the table. Benjamin snorted and William threw the king back at him, and it smacked the bridge of Benjamin's nose. "Ya nut."
Benjamin rubbed his nose, feeling tears form in his eyes because of the sensation. He began to crack up and the dimples appeared on his cheeks very briefly.
William shook his head, beginning to crack up to. All of a sudden he thought about something and stopped, patting his palm on the table to get Benjamin's attention. "Benny, hey. I was sorta just wondering about something, don't answer if'y don'wanna. You kiss the girls y'sleep with?"
Benjamin snorted loudly. "The feck? Nah. I don't see why I gotta since I'm only looking t'make me feel good. I couldn't care less about the cunt."
"Wait, eh? I thought it was 'I could care less'."
"Nope. I got the chance to talk t'some guy who's really good at English. I happened t'say 'I could care less' and he corrected me."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Funny how he's not really English though." Benjamin smirked at William's confused face. "Guy's German."
William's turn to snort. "Germany sucks."
"Yeah, it sure does. 'Ey, Willie, since you asked me a weird question.."
"Eh?"
"Have y'ever slept with any of the girls I've done?"
"What?" William furrowed his brows, raised them, and then furrowed them again. "No, heck no. Feck no, Benny, that's disgusting. Why would I? Gee, that's gross." He shook his head and shuddered as thought about it. "That's like sleeping with you."
"I was just curious, y'know? Maybe y'wanted t'sleep with me." Benjamin shrugged jokingly but it wasn't any different from a serious one. William gaped slightly and looked at him, seemingly appalled that Benjamin would think that. Or rather, that he found out. Benjamin's eyes widened in alarm but the rest of his face stayed like stone.
A graceless silence. William snickered, "You should'a seen the look on yer face."
"You arse!" Benjamin kicked William's shin underneath the table and crossed his arms, the thought 'I miss having a sun room' cutting through his mind. "William Fitzsimmons Shamus."
"Quit yanking on my name!" William rubbed his leg tenderly. "Y're no good, Benny."
"Tell me something I don't know." Benjamin sighed but not tiredly, more like he was thinking of a horribly nostalgic event. "Daly says he's met my dad."
William perked up, face frozen in an expression of shock that was more intense than he'd expected. "Yer pa?"
"Yep. I want to meet'im, but he'll only fly over on the condition that he gets to bring my mum."
"Yeah." William nodded. "You really want to meet him?"
Benjamin shrugged and pulled out his cigarette pack to smoke but found gumballs instead. He popped two in his mouth and began to chew them down. "I just want t'know if I look like him. S'all. But he wants to bring Eileen and I don't want t'see that bitch again. I might kill'er if she does come." He looked glumly determined as he said this.
Part of William thought that Benjamin was hoping for an excuse to extinguish her existence anyway. "Choice is yers." He paused, thought about something, and then changed the subject. "Connor found a house."
"No kidding? Means we can call the boys back then."
"Eh? We haven't bought it yet."
"Fer work, dummy. We can call the boys back fer work." Benjamin let out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. It was beginning to get too long for him, though nobody thought it looked bad.
"Finally we get s'more shite t'busy ourselves."
"Things just aren't going yer way today, eh?" William leaned back and scratched his left eye, the one that had a scar grazing at it its outer edge. He, like Benjamin, had committed a rape before (though it was underneath his boss' command). The scar was a result of the woman trying to ward him off with her claw-like nails.
"Nah. Guess not." Benjamin, with a now-faint interest, moving one of his pawns aimlessly on the board. It was just them and the king left on his end. William had somehow set up a small barrier around his own king that consisted of his queen, his other bishop, his rooks and his horses. Benjamin had eaten up his pawns but with that setup, it didn't matter. "We're friends but y'like t'give me a hard time."
"Nooo," William moved his bishop back, purposely playing with Benjamin. "S'how the game works."
"Sure that's how it is." Benjamin moved another pawn so it got the way of bishop. "I don't understand why I keep on playing this with you. It always has the same result no matter what I do."
William's bishop devoured the pawn. "S'bound t'change sometime, I would think."
"But nothing's changed fer the longest time. Well, not fer years, anyhow. No matter how hard I concentrate or how hard I try, this is just gonna happen again fer even more years. Y're just gonna keep on winning." Benjamin furrowed his brows and contemplated his next move uselessly. "Nothing changes between us."
"Huh yeah. Y're right about that." William drummed his fingers lightly on the table, waiting for Benjamin to make a move to end their session quickly and without anymore misery. "Wonder why that is." He paused while Benjamin continued to think. "Wait, naw, I think I know."
Benjamin glanced up at him, looking expectant. "D'you really know why?" He quickly moved another pawn in the way of one of William's rooks.
"Yeah. D'you want t'know why?"
"Eh sure. I don't see why not. You tell me now."
William picked up his queen and skipped it over the entire board to knock Benjamin's king over. "It's 'cause y're bad at chess."
Benjamin faked looking crestfallen as he picked up his defeated king and threw it at William, aiming for his nose. It went right into his cheek instead before tumbling its way down onto the floor. "Aw shite, y'bastard."
William laughed and leaned down to pick up the king, his fingers touching the floor as he lifted it off the ground. At that same moment, Benjamin knocked the rest of the chess pieces off the table. The black queen slid down William's back and he flinched, hitting his head on the edge of the table. Benjamin snorted and William threw the king back at him, and it smacked the bridge of Benjamin's nose. "Ya nut."
Benjamin rubbed his nose, feeling tears form in his eyes because of the sensation. He began to crack up and the dimples appeared on his cheeks very briefly.
William shook his head, beginning to crack up to. All of a sudden he thought about something and stopped, patting his palm on the table to get Benjamin's attention. "Benny, hey. I was sorta just wondering about something, don't answer if'y don'wanna. You kiss the girls y'sleep with?"
Benjamin snorted loudly. "The feck? Nah. I don't see why I gotta since I'm only looking t'make me feel good. I couldn't care less about the cunt."
"Wait, eh? I thought it was 'I could care less'."
"Nope. I got the chance to talk t'some guy who's really good at English. I happened t'say 'I could care less' and he corrected me."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Funny how he's not really English though." Benjamin smirked at William's confused face. "Guy's German."
William's turn to snort. "Germany sucks."
"Yeah, it sure does. 'Ey, Willie, since you asked me a weird question.."
"Eh?"
"Have y'ever slept with any of the girls I've done?"
"What?" William furrowed his brows, raised them, and then furrowed them again. "No, heck no. Feck no, Benny, that's disgusting. Why would I? Gee, that's gross." He shook his head and shuddered as thought about it. "That's like sleeping with you."
"I was just curious, y'know? Maybe y'wanted t'sleep with me." Benjamin shrugged jokingly but it wasn't any different from a serious one. William gaped slightly and looked at him, seemingly appalled that Benjamin would think that. Or rather, that he found out. Benjamin's eyes widened in alarm but the rest of his face stayed like stone.
A graceless silence. William snickered, "You should'a seen the look on yer face."
"You arse!" Benjamin kicked William's shin underneath the table and crossed his arms, the thought 'I miss having a sun room' cutting through his mind. "William Fitzsimmons Shamus."
"Quit yanking on my name!" William rubbed his leg tenderly. "Y're no good, Benny."
"Tell me something I don't know." Benjamin sighed but not tiredly, more like he was thinking of a horribly nostalgic event. "Daly says he's met my dad."
William perked up, face frozen in an expression of shock that was more intense than he'd expected. "Yer pa?"
"Yep. I want to meet'im, but he'll only fly over on the condition that he gets to bring my mum."
"Yeah." William nodded. "You really want to meet him?"
Benjamin shrugged and pulled out his cigarette pack to smoke but found gumballs instead. He popped two in his mouth and began to chew them down. "I just want t'know if I look like him. S'all. But he wants to bring Eileen and I don't want t'see that bitch again. I might kill'er if she does come." He looked glumly determined as he said this.
Part of William thought that Benjamin was hoping for an excuse to extinguish her existence anyway. "Choice is yers." He paused, thought about something, and then changed the subject. "Connor found a house."
"No kidding? Means we can call the boys back then."
"Eh? We haven't bought it yet."
"Fer work, dummy. We can call the boys back fer work." Benjamin let out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. It was beginning to get too long for him, though nobody thought it looked bad.
"Finally we get s'more shite t'busy ourselves."