"Pleased to make your..." Ben began, trailing off as Colm backed away. Though a bit put off by the gesture, Ben quickly shook it off. He had seen people react weirder to him before, probably because of his out-of-place 50's routine. Naturally, that wasn't actually him, but the false face was a part of his companies gig, and any chance to draw in new customers was welcome. 

He turned to speak with the girl, Tallah, but decided differently when he saw her talking to a younger man who appeared to know her better. Backing up as he turned in a slow circle, Ben drank in his surroundings, taking note of all of the new patrons.

Still keeping close to the other two in his trance like gaze around the room, Ben was snapped back to reality by the man clad in a white suit. As the man approached, Ben took a moment to appreciate the mans clearly impeccable sense of fashion. His reaction was a bit different when he saw the red that stained his suit. Though the man moved to first speak with Tallah and her friend, Ben intercepted him, flashing a wide smile of pure white teeth.

"Hey there, Big Daddy. Might I say, that suit of yours is platinum." Benny said, trying to ignore what was clearly blood. "Say, I haven't been here long enough to know exactly what's going on, would ya mind giving me the run-down, pal?" He said, his eyes slowly drifting to look at the mouse in the mans hand, still spurting a bit of blood from the first bite. Though for a moment Ben lost his smile, as well as any appetite he may have had, he quickly regained his composure, with a winning smile. "I'm sorry, Daddy-O. Forgot my manners. Not a very good start to my time in Fat Town, is it? The name's Benjamin. Feel free to call me Benny." He said, tentatively reaching out a hand.

The man was silent for a moment, taking another slow bite from his mouse, staining his teeth further. Without answering, he returned the handshake, before he left to move onto the others, jaw pumping up and down as he chewed down the raw flesh. It was just about all he could do to not vomit all over his suit.

Benny walked over to the food table, where he leaned, trying to figure out what the hell he had still been doing there. He began fidgeting around with his suit, fixing things that needed not be fixed, straightening already unwrinkled fabric. Reaching into an inner pocket, he took a deep swig of his flask, to calm his nerves. When he looked up from the flask, he was rather stunned to see Flush standing before him, leaning against an invisible wall, hand raised as it flicked the ashes of a shadowy cigarette. Ben was awestruck- Flush wasn't too shy, but this was more people that he had been in front of by any memory of Ben.

Though he didn't mean to say it out loud, it ended up escaping out in the room. "What in the goddamn hell..."