#;mickey

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Staying after a long ass shift wasn't something Becky had planned on doing, not tonight, instinctively she would leave after working at the nightclub and then go home. But she took up a seat at the bar, and ordered herself a drink - Her mind told her to run, to go, she knew she would attract the same pigs that probably wanted her to serve them still, or worse.

Instead, she had redirected her gaze upon the counter and smiled at the Bartender whom fixed her a strong drink. Hoping the ease away the stress by soothing away all the worries by intoxicating herself.

Mickey makes his way through the crowded bodies of the nightclub. Huffing and puffing, the man was never one to get upset for long, but his day had been absolutely shit and he just needed a fucking drunk. Sliding onto the bar stool, he quickly orders a cheap whiskey that will get him drunk fast. Green eyes scan over the nightclub, watching people dance, laugh and drink. Before he returns his attention to the bar, scanning over the many patrons, seated at the chairs. Thanking the bartender with a nod and a wade of cash, he gulps down his drink. Shaking his head at the strong taste.

With a quick glance to his right Mickey notices a woman, a very beautiful woman. His eyes scan over her, admiring her features. Looking away quickly, with a burning blush on his cheek as she catches him staring. Clearing his throat in order to ease any awkward tension between them. Ordering another drink for himself and requesting one for the woman sat next to him. Turning to face her, he rubs his palms against his blue jeans

“ ‘M Mickey.” He utters, trying to speak clearly over the loud music pumping through the bases. “You’re a, very pretty.” Gnawing at his plump bottom lip nervously, he watches her tentatively. Not wanting to cross any boundaries.

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          ❝ Not to much use? Oh Mickey, that’s were you are WRONG. You can help me out more than you THINK ❞ The king kept on smirking.  ❝ You just need to start to BELIEVE in yourself and get your FORMER master out of your head and let me get INSIDE. I’m much better for you than he will EVER be ❞ lie.

Rory: You know, as GREAT as beach week was

Rory: I'm kinda super disappointed that I was too busy being taken or depressed and single to appreciate you in your bathing suit.

Arwen to Mickey 🥺

“Y-you love me?” Mickeys voice is shaking, quivering as the tears form in his eyes and cascade down his face. “You love me.” He states matter-of-factly. Running a hand through his messy hair and tugging gently at the strands. Falling to his knees in a heap of tears, covering his face with his large hands.

“Why Arwen? Why do you love me? I’m so…” Mickey pauses a deep sigh passing his lips. “I’m so broken, why do you… I’m too broken for your love.” He sentence jumbled together, his chest rising and falling at a fast rate as he questions Arwen’s sanity. The girl was perfect, and he was nothing but a broken man with a terrible past. She deserved more, better than anything he could ever give her.

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He wipes it on his jeans before entering the small hut. Long legs carrying him around the linoleum floors. Picking up a few snacks, energy drinks and water. Dumping his items on the counter, before throwing the cash down and heading back out with his items in hand. But before he can make it to his car, his chest collides with someone. The items tucked away in his plastic sack spilling around the cement, the energy cans exploded and spraying the sugar substance all over the tiny parking lot.

Mickey looks to see what he had run into, seeing a person who had fallen onto the rough ground below. He quickly bends down, knees making a worrying crackling sound as he makes eye contact with them. “I swear I never watch where I’m walking.” He laughs mostly to himself, reaching a hand out for them to grab. “Shit, I’m really sorry about that, are you hurt at all?” Concern laces his voice, trying to give them a once over, checking for any scrapes or bruises.

Arwen to Mickey