#mskankovich

Status // Always Accepting 

Mickey Milkovich x Mandy Milkovich

No Halo-BROCKHAMPTON 

Empty beer bottles lay scattered around Mickey on the floor, well over a case of them littered throughout the room. He had been feeling a little sorry for himself and what better way than to cope than with many, many bottles of liquor. He’d had quite an eventful day and honestly he didn’t know why he felt like sharing it with Mandy. Maybe part of him felt a little bit sentimental and his sister was the closest thing there was to someone who wanted to listen to him bitch. Not that he was sure she wanted to listen, but she was close by and he had to tell someone about the day he’d had. 

while it may not have looked like it from the outside, in dakota’s mind it had been a night well spent. crimson red turned to brown as the blood beneath his nose began to dry, but not a single moment of attention was paid to the itching sensation that came along with it when the taco being shoved into his mouth was far more worthy of recognition. as dakota’s phone began to buzz and the need to retrieve it from his pocket came into play the fullness of his hands quickly became relevant, and while it would have taken a small army to rid the man of his food, the hot sauce packets grasped within his leftmost digits meant far less to him.

❛ 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎'𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎? 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗. ❜ choosing to speak to the first person his gaze landed upon, words were spoken with a smile as his tongue made an appearance to quickly take care of any extra sauce that may have lingered on his lips. if there was one thing growing up without money had taught him, it was that food didn’t get thrown out without a damn good reason, even if that food was only a condiment. 

 *   𝐒𝐂   ,   @mskankovich​  .

city   winds   caused   the   plastic   bag   beneath   her   thigh   to   rustle   .      pinned to the porch by molly’s weight , the bright yellow receptacle was full of discarded trash  ;   an empty bottle of coke, the remnants of a skittles bag, and various bits of thin cardboard which molly would no doubt save with some sort of jewelry project in mind. it was all to be dealt with later in the day, as for the time being attention was trained solely on the items before her.

stacked   neatly   in   a   row   were   various   tubes   of   various   colors   .    some were clearly broadcasting that they were meant to be a fruit, while others proudly sported the name of drinks or foods that the parent company had clearly partnered up with. there was something to be said for having them   all to herself,   but in the end molly knew that hoarding them would do her no good. it sucked the fun out of it, and besides, she only had two lips and a girl could only use so much chapstick in a lifetime.

Iggy had been pondering what to do about his PROBLEM for some time. Mickey was missing in action, something that annoyed Iggy immensely. He knew that Iggy had a deal that had to go down tonight and that it was a two person job. He didn’t want to have to bother Colin with it, knowing the ridicule that was likely to come if he did. This was supposed to be something that he could handle on his own. It was more complicated than needing a getaway driver for an easy B&E. The people on the other end of this deal were those who meant BUSINESS, more so than Iggy’s usual partners. There was no room for error and they were expecting both Iggy and Mickey to be there to smooth over the details. If Iggy showed up alone, he would be outnumbered. They were new suppliers, Colin had told him just enough about them that he knew not to mess this up. The Milkovcih’s needed to appear strong and capable of holding up their end of the bargain. 

He needed somebody he TRUSTED, somebody with backbone, someone that didn’t scare easily. His eyes flickered over to his sister who was seated on the couch a few feet away from where he sat at the kitchen table. There was only one reasonable option, and as much as he hated the idea of putting her in danger she was the only one that he knew would be able to handle the heat. She could take care of herself, she was familiar with the business, and she would have Iggy’s back if things went haywire. Standing he crosses into the living room where he sits down beside her. Throwing an arm around the backside of the couch he turns to look at Mandy,