*Goes through his suitcase, pulls out his second favorite shirt, a plain white tshirt, since his first favorite shirt, a whiter plain white one, is dirty, inspects it* Hmmm. This will work. *Pulls it on over head, looks down at his chest, smirks* Fits snug enough. *Glances at himself in the mirror, does a few poses, slides his sunglasses on, checks himself out again in the mirror* Damn Ben, you are one sexy mother fucker. *Spins, walks back to his suitcase,singing* Oww! I got your number babayy and I know that you got mine!
*Grabs his pack of cigs, puts them in his shirt pocket, comb in his back pocket, walks to the door, snickers* Time to stalk the stalked.
*Walks out of the suite, singing Prince softly* Ben..you sexy motha fuckaaaa.
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