Shot and Not So Sweet Who: Mere and Ben Where: Idol Backstage When: Directly after this trainwreck of a show What: Telling Ben off
Mere helped Chelle to her dressing room, making sure that a stagehand that she knew wouldn't fuck Chelle over in some way stayed there to make sure she didn't choke on her own vomit and see if you could get her to drink any water while waiting for Neely or Morgan to come get her. After she took care of that, she hunted Ben down in his own dressing room, post show, stomping into his room and walking in, glaring at anyone else in there and ordering them out.
She just stared at him for a moment before asking, "The fuck were you thinking, letting Chelle stay out there like that?"
At times? Ben could be a generous, charming, likable guy.
This? Was not one of those times.
When Mere found him, he was laughing. He had to compose himself enough to talk. "Because that girl is the galaxy's most hilarious dumpster fire. Yes, she's Skylar's best friend. But she's also the most glorious car crash these people have ever rubbernecked to watch."
"You know, most of the time, when she's just drinking for fun, I'm one-hundred percent with you on how hilarious she is. Tonight, she wasn't hilarious. She got reminded of her darkest shittiest place and NO ONE FUCKING WARNED HER that Enid was going to sing that song." Because Mere caught that the interview with Enid had been cut off before she said enough to likely tip Chelle off that bomb was coming. Apparently, someone telling Mere that she was smart was enough to make her notice even more than was going on around her.
The world, and especially those that knew her at home, were NOT prepared.
"You made sure that she wouldn't know what was coming and then all but put the bottle IN HER HAND to make her look as awful as possible. For ratings. Because you thought you weren't getting enough already. Ben, this is fucking LOW."
".......you act like I'm not the guy who once ran an illegal supernatural combat league." Ben said, damn near a "DUH" response. "Never said I was a role model, beautiful. But what I am is a man who knows how to make money. No matter WHAT world he's on."
"Fuck Ben, I just figured you'd protect your own goddamn ARTIST from making an ass of herself on, what is it, galactic TV? She's not just gonna be upset when she sobers up. She's gonna be PISSED that she didn't get at least a heads up on what was coming." Mere pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to not pick up something heavy and throw it at him. Considering his werewolf physiology, it probably wouldn't even hurt that much. "You're fucking with your own INVESTMENT there. Is that clear enough for you?"
"Part of me is really starting to see why Ginny hates your ass," she said, turning around and heading for the door. She'd said what she needed to say, and she doubted that Ben was going to feel bad for what he did, so why waste much more of her breath?
She opened the door, intending to head out, but turned her head and said one more thing. "And if Skylar's not pissed that you fucked over her best friend like that, then she's just as shitty as you are right now!" With that, she left, slamming the door behind her.