Starter for Mickey <3
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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.
(gif not mine!)
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