sneakymicky

[sneakymicky]

      God, she was starving at that long shift at the club. However the huge fuckfest had ended hours ago, she had still been around wrapping everything up. From the watering down vodka business to cleaning the bar, mopping the floor and make sure all their employees retrieved their monthly pay. It was a lot of work, but she was happy - knowing everything went well. It was what kept everything rolling, made the money come in every night they were open and keep the sex craving customers coming. With a relieved sigh she stepped on her skateboard after closing the club, basking in the glory of the 8AM morning sun. Dawn had happened about three hours ago, right when the club had shut its doors to the last bunch of people who couldn’t get enough. It was about thirty minutes later when she stepped into her favorite coffeeshop, needing her daily shot of coffee, just like any true New Yorker. Her skateboard in one hand, a burger she had picked up along the way in the other, it was when she waited for her fresh vanilla latte -- blue eyes fell onto a familiar face. Was it...? It could be her sleep deprivation lying to her, as the sun was shining in her eyes on top of that. But when she thanked the barista and managed to juggle her stuff along with her, it was when she came closer towards said person she thought she recognized, she knew for sure it was - ‘’Genevieve! --- Wow, it has been forever since I saw you. You mind if I..’’ she gestured to the chair across from her, knowing not all tables were taken but maybe the redhead was up for some company.

@gencvicves

[sneakymicky]

signofthecrimes:

   It would take a set of pliers to untighten the club owners lips. They were pursed tightly at the simple public knowing that Jasper was up to such scandalous and irresponsible active intentions. How mothering Lou was becoming. Silence was deadly, like a slow poison seeping turning every blooming specimen into a wilting nothing. It was going to take an entire tool box to pry Lou out of it..—or just a free spirit. As plotting began on how to ridicule Jasper constructively in her mind, Lou’s lips because to loosen. The shape of her lips were reforming with a natural blush pink coloring. I’ll deal with him later. The words brushed off her dehumanizing thoughts as she spun on the bar stool trying to catch the other. It was a reason Lou had a deep admiration for the younger woman. Everyone needed an escape from the clouds that formed voluptuously above them time to time, and for Lou- Micky was just that. Like medicine, the other cured her looming angst and overwhelming stress. With just the girl playfully taking off on the heels of her feet sent Lou to step into a refreshing light. Lines began to form at the corners of her eyes as she stood adjusting her black blazer. It was armani, an absolute work of divinity in designer eyes. Fingers smoothing the expensive fabric out, Lou listened to her heels click, and clack along the floor as she followed after Micky. It was no rush, she knew the bartender would be right outside. 

  As expected, Lou’s eyesite took in the picturesque scene. Micky stood in appreciative admiration taking in the newly purchased bike. It had been a dream often paused while flipping through magazines. Lou had always envied those in the ad’s for the masterpiece built bikes. How the wind must have felt running along their neck from where their helmet, and jacket didn’t cover, but left a gap. Now, she was living that needed dream every time she lusted for a ride. –which had been often recently, her truck or other bikes barely in use anymore.– “You like?” the Aussie’s tongue clicked as she stood leaning in the back doorway, arms crossed. Silence comfortably blanketed them again before she listened to Micky muse an idea for the night. “Aren’t you a troublemaker…” Lou hummed not having said no quite yet. The idea was all too much of a good taste on the tip of her tongue. “What about the customers who want to weaken their livers? Make out under a blacklight off in the corners?” She uncrossed her arms and began to make her way closer to the girl under the dim light. “Hmm..I suppose I’m not hurting for business…” she wasn’t. There was a sigh at the reminiscing of these old times Micky seemed to have cherished somewhere beneath her exterior. “What are you waiting for?—-You’ve got five minutes on the clock to lock all the doors. You accomplish that, you get the helmet and a rather good-looking woman to ride with.” Pulling up her sleeve, Lou exposed a cartier watch. “You better move quickly, time is already passing.” There was a small crack of a smile at her lips. Her excitement for the night was almost too much to contain, but Lou would never spill out of her coolness. She was too much of a calm mystery, wanting you to just have just a small amount to dare you to come closer. 

      ‘‘I --- this, you...’‘ she was unable to make up words as she spoke, the confusion that was going on inside her head all simply rolling off her tongue and she then laughed, closing her eyes, realizing how stupid she sounded. Licking her lips, she revealed blue orbs again and smirked, ‘‘more than like.’‘  There, that was better. Or, at least something. Shaking her head slightly at the compliment she received, she then moved a hand through her smooth hair, causing the strands to fall everywhere but properly onto her back. ‘‘You’re not the first to call me that,’‘ she was eager to reply -- liking the word, liking any word that fell from Lou’s lips. Especially when they were directed to her. ‘‘Well -- I can always work a double shift.. keep the club open longer than usual,’‘ Micky suggested, as this club made her feel more alive than anything else in life did. However she enjoyed hanging out with Veronica, it was the lifeliness of the club and the many strangers that she got surrounded by that made her forget about her past. That and the tips she received from men who thought they could play a number on her by giving her extra money. But she wasn’t as easily swept away as Jasper was. Especially not by men. Women were her thing. And that would never change. An unexpected squeal left her lips when she got the task to close the club, eyes lighting up like a christmas tree as her mind already drifted off to feeling the wind blow in her neck, making the chills run down her spine as she clung onto Lou. Immediately turning on her heel, she ran back inside, shouting, ‘‘--- you’re the best!’‘

      As quickly as she was, she ran up to lock Lou’s office, the most important spot in the whole building, the front door and then the bar she had been busy at. To disconnect her phone, retrieve her jacket and pull the plug from the drain she had been soaking glasses in as she passed it in a hurry. Putting a quick pause to her music as she moved quickly to the back door, she then swiped every app away she had still opened and put the device away. Last but not least she made sure to double lock the back door and then stashed the keys back in her bra, the safest place to hide them if you asked her. ‘’All set, she then wrapped the jacket around her but didn’t close it. The temperature was too hot, a summer evening in New York provided enough heat for another few hours after the sun had set -- which was still happening at this hour. ‘’You proud of me, Lou?’’ she needed to hear it, maybe asking a bit too much, but it had been a while since she had seen her. ‘’Alright, I’m ready. Show off that bike of yours, it’ll give me something to brag about on social media.’’ Micky teased, her fingers running along the smooth surface of the beautiful bike her boss owned.

[sneakymicky]

mikaeled:

Brit Marling for ASOS Magazine (2013)

[sneakymicky]

any girl, ever: *shows off her muscles*

me, immediately: i’m gay

[sneakymicky]

littleheistler:

A feign of surprise adorned her features accompanied by an over-dramatized mouthing of the dreaded number. “Jeez! You’re getting old, lady.” Cue the playful nudge of the elbow to the blonde’s side. “Few years short of the senior center, but don’t worry I’ll find a place that will take great care of you.” The petite hummed, a devilish smirk soon pulling at her glossed tiers. “I trust you to keep my low calcium levels a secret. I promise to do the same for you. You don’t look a day over twenty-five.” Veronica pursed her lips, before making a slight smacking noise. “Can a girl simply admire one’s strength?” Eyebrows raised up in her forehead, dark orbs glued to the female before her. “I can agree your taste in music is impeccable, but unfortunately a never ending playlist wouldn’t make my boss happy. She has her eye on a Modigliani.” A sigh soon parting her lips, hands raising to close her laptop. “I could use a break from it since my brain is apparently fried. Plus, these locks are simply irresistible and are begging to be combed through by the one and only.” The con’s hands motioned in her friend’s direction.

      ‘‘Please say Disneyland, please say Disneyland!’‘ she crossed her fingers, hopping right into the joke -- pretending the hotel at the themepark would be partly senior center as well. At least she would be sure they would take excellent care of her -- no matter what age. She was sure that even in her 80′s she would be that kickass grandma that would still use her old and rusty skateboard, play with the latest advanced gaming technology and party at any given chance. Probably would be walking around with the fifth new plastic hip, cause she ruined all the other ones. Clearly not listening to the advice the doctors gave, as she hated to sit still and do nothing. She wasn’t into sewing, or anything cliche old people did daily. She most definitely didn’t see herself getting up at six in the morning and then sit in a rocking chair all day. The horror. ‘‘You’re adorable,’‘ she smirked, one corner of her mouth going higher than the other. ‘‘Modigliani, hm? Let me just..’‘ she trailed off, having pulled out her phone already to google the word -- needing Google correction to help her get the correct search she was looking for. ‘‘--that looks like an.. interesting painting for sure,’‘ she commented with a breathy laugh, putting her phone away just as fast as she had grabbed the device. ‘‘Alright, alright, your tiny minx,’‘ she took hold of Vero’s hand and led her to the couch next, sitting her down as she then quickly moved her ass to get a special comb people mostly used on babies -- but what was Micky’s secret to keeping her hair the way it was right now. A small silence taking over, she then parted her lips once more, daring to break the comfortable moment of peace. ‘‘Do you wanna play 20 questions? It’s been forever ever since we did that..’‘

[sneakymicky]

rhylandpark:

Despite the sickeningly thick, warm air that had graced the city on this summer morn, it had done little to perturb him enough to send him scurrying from his set schedule, the very thing that succeeded daily in coaxing him from the white walls of his apartment.

The metal frame of the chair creaked as his elbows pressed against the table top. There weren’t too many people in the restaurant, which made sense considering most preferred to spend their time outside when the weather was this “pleasant” as they put it. He had overheard some employees discussing their weekend plans, and one had exclaimed that they wished to visit the beach, weather permitting.

The tailor’s blue eyes flickered to the nearby window. The weather was permitting.

Pale fingers tentatively touched the side of a ceramic coffee cup, as if testing the waters before allowing his palm to curl about the mug. On the table before him lay a newspaper, the economics section scattered with stocks statistics and updates that he knew far too much about via his father. The DOW was down again, a fact that had ceased to surprise him, and with a slow nod he raised the coffee to his lips.

      ‘‘What’s the latest World Cup score? The shit ass TV is broken and of course my phone decided to give up on me,’‘ she chose to neglect the part where she admitted she had accidentally forgotten to put it on the charger right before bed - so now she was left without a working device. ‘‘I got this bet with my --’‘ the word friend was right there on her lips, but could she consider Jasper even a friend if all he did was do his own thing at the club and not give one single fuck about the higher rank she possessed? So instead she chose to go with, ‘‘-- busboy.’‘ There, much better. 

      However she sounded like she owned a place right now, there was the thought of how she had taken over Lou’s club for quite a while -- at least long enough to consider herself at least a bit of a co-owner. Not a rank she actually saw herself in, it was just a nice thought that passed her trail of thoughts for a long second. Putting down her plate on the table across from him, she moved down with a smooth move, immediately picking up the sandwich she had been consuming at the bar at first. Finding a spot by the window much better, her lack of sun was showing in her face after all. The night shifts were settled on her features, same as the lack of sleep she experienced lately. It had gotten better the past few days, but not enough to get rid of the dark circles that graced her face. She rocked them, she thought. Smirking at the thought, she then pointed at the newspaper that was in front of him. ‘‘--Anything else interesting going on I would be interested in?’‘ she then clarified, figuring it was best to say out loud what she meant with what she would be interested in, ‘‘--what the youth would be interested in.’‘

[sneakymicky]

signofthecrimes:

  Red wine glasses were tall in stem, deep in glass, allowing the aromas and bold flavors to emerge. The two glasses intended for wine that had been defeated by Lou’s urgency were left empty. She had no purpose for hers. seeing the bottle was more efficient. (Also, one less glass to clean.) It was to her surprise that Micky had left hers untouched, reaching for the bottle as well. The older woman turned her head wearing a more than pleased smirk, and eyes that read; this is why I get along with you. Atmospheric temperatures were changing with the acoustic tunes waving through the warehouse-turned nightclub. It was easy to get lost within music. All too easy. “Hm?” Slowly she was trying to pull herself from the rhythmic strings. “Are you a wine connoisseur? Swirling your wine and such?” Asking a question after the girl had spoke had only held proof that she still hadn’t caught onto what Micky had said. Normally, the older blond hadn’t been so off. It wasn’t even being distracted, her mind had just been empty. Overloaded with all of the life buzzing around her. There was a convincing in the back of her mind telling her that a freeing trip somewhere new was needed. Soon. “Oh, that assbag.” A small laughter hummed at her lips as Lou reached for another mouthful of wine. “He didn’t answer.” She clicked with another swallow. There was something still left to be said, but Lou was soaking in the memory of it. “Which i knew he would dare—which is why I called him while standing outside of his apartment..” –and she had been, puffing air up through her blond choppy bangs waiting for the troubling employee to answer. “I picked his lock, and dragged him out of his bed by his ankles.” It sounded absurd to actually say out loud. Her laughter grew holding the bottle. “Like an adolescent not wanting to go to school,” her arms moved in the air, “Just dragged him….then he stumbled quickly to his feet about to piss himself and used the words, “yes, ma’am” a lot……” mouth closing, she gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes, but there was a soft annoyance to her demeanor, nothing harsh. “And then left. Couldn’t handle another second. I may fire him and send him back to H&M as a winter scarf collection model where I found him..–you can’t get all places being a gross pretty face.” 

 The truth could only ever come out with Micky, though Lou wasn’t an overly strict boss. Her power of owning the place was appropriate and never over used. Getting along with the employees came natural, but Jasper was like a troubling son. “The fun is still here, don’t you worry.” Eyebrows arched, then danced in a wiggle. The air was beginning to clear between them. It wasn’t all gone just yet. Instead, it was a glazed mist that Lou could almost feel on her skin. She couldn’t tell Micky about the Met, and she wouldn’t risk having the girl involved. If at the end of the day the world came crumbling Micky was one person she would want to protect from all of her habits. “Have you seen my bike?? She’s glorious. The most fine lady I’ve had in years.” 

           Micky often wondered what was going through the blonde’s mind just like she did right now. Blue eyes landed upon Lou’s but they did not return to hers. She seemed to be someplace else --something she hadn’t experienced from her much. It awakened her worrying nature for a second, figuring that whatever had happened in the time they hadn’t seen each other... it must’ve been something grand. Like a kidnapping or a breakthrough or a crush... but none of them seemed to fit with how Lou was behaving. Definitely not a kidnapping, a breakthrough didn’t fit with the statistics of the club and a crush.. no. She couldn’t imagine her being so unfocused with almost a hint of sadness portraying on her face. A crush meant rosy cheeks, a smile that popped up outta nowhere, zoning in and out at the most inappropriate times. Maybe she had triggered something... having said something offputting. God, how badly she wanted to know -- but it wasn’t in her place to ask questions. Or put her nose in her boss’s business. It was just worry that took the best of her, nothing else. And there was nothing to complain about, she sat right in front of her. Looking alive and well. So at least nothing bad had happened to the woman and that fact alone made her pick up the bottle again, celebrating that realization silently. ‘‘--- A wine connoisseur? Lord no, I’ve never been to such events. Not in my interest to do so. I’m not gonna prance around, acting like I sense some first class grapes and a pinch of vanilla in those liquids. Wine is wine to me, no matter what color, most of them taste the same to me.’‘ A laugh bubbled off her lips -- maybe rambling a bit too much. Maybe it was her breaking out of her shell after there had been a dead silent communication between them. Like a heart monitor stopped working, a radio channel that wouldn’t cooperate or... the engine of a car that simply stopped working.

          But they hadn’t stopped working, no. The second Lou parted her lips, Micky’s eyes could only rest on her lips and eyes, barely blinking as her laughter lines deepened further and further with every detail that rolled off the woman’s tongue. Her imagination came to life more than ever, because there simply wasn’t anything better than a story told by someone who had lived through it. And imagining Jasper in his shorts getting dragged out of bed made her entire night - if not week. ‘‘You found in an H&M store? Well -- that explains a lot, for sure.’‘ Micky’s teeth showed when she laughed, having had her chin propped onto her hand. ‘‘When exactly are you going to return him? There’s going to be construction at the mall next week, maybe he can actually get to work and help out at a place he won’t be able to sneak out of the backdoor with some stranger and do.. non-work things,’‘ she tried to keep it civil, already telling Lou things she thought she’d keep to herself for a while. At least longer than this. But.. what the Hell, right? If they were back on good terms, she might as well show her true colors. --- which was her stealing the bottle from the bar as she hopped off of the barstool quickly, making a run for the door already. ‘‘A new bike! How could I not have noticed!’‘ Opening the backdoor, it was then when she saw the beauty of her new ‘woman’. Staring in awe for a bit, she then took another gulp of the alcohol, needing it to process what she was seeing right now. ‘‘--- well, you definitely replaced me, I see.’‘ Micky’s voice went up in disbelief as she tried to provoke a reaction out of her boss at the same time. Taking another glance at it before turning to the blonde, ‘‘...can we not just close the club for tonight and ride around? Like we used to? I... would be honored and --- what’s funnier than having Jasper arrive at a closed door?’‘

[sneakymicky]

“I don’t, I don’t wanna wait no more 

Let’s do it on the kitchen floor 

Give me what I’m beggin’ for 

I just wanna get some”

[sneakymicky]

“I mean I think movement has been interesting to Zal and I for a long time. I think in the beginning we talked about, a lot about the idea that violence is a uniquely cinematic thing. You can read a violent passage in a novel and it’s intense and visceral, but when you see it on screen, it’s something else entirely in terms of how it shocks your senses, and so I think for us we were interested in exploring what a kind of antidote to that might be. What is something else that’s uniquely cinematic that could come up against that, and for us that was the idea of movement and thinking about making a language of movements and building mythology around that.”

[sneakymicky]

signofthecrimes:

  The girl had seemed almost mortified that Lou had been downsizing her shift. When all the woman had been trying to do was a simply favor. She had hoped Mickey would take it as a time to relax, to ground herself in a reality aways from flirty, needy customers. …”Fair enough.” Even as Micky had lowered her streamed media, the Australian voice was inaudible, almost. It wasn’t the decibels from the audio that had drowned her voice out, but the backlash from the girls words. They were piercing even if the girl hadn’t meant it in such a harsh way.  It had been cold facts. Lou hadn’t minded the club a lot of attention, and somewhere along the way she lost a little of her own true meaning. How could she have become small minded and over looked someone like Micky.. not to mention the other had actually cared about the business Lou had built and here Micky was working her ass off for an owner who barely gave a glance. ..I…I’m sorry. Those words wanted to slip apologetically from Lou’s tongue and wrap her arms around the girl. To somehow pull all of her loose strings back together again. Yet, instead, “Can I bother you for a glass of wine?” came from her pursed mouth. She wasn’t asking for Micky to riddle her up a glass. No, she was already moving behind the bar to find a bottle- one already open was fine enough.- 

  The first one to be noticed was plucked from a chilled rack. It was an Italian red wine. The bottle was a couple of benjamins in price, but the deep red fermentation taste was much stronger. She lifted the darkened glass and poured a gathering of ruby liquid into her mouth. The bottle was now claimed as her own, and if Micky had wanted some. “If you’d like to work, you can.” A small sigh followed. She set the bottle onto the bar, and pulled two glasses down from above her head where they dangled. “You know better than anyone that you take the most care of this place, and that Jasper…anyone wouldn’t do justice.” Jasper often became too flirtatious with guests, forgetting the real reason why his paychecks were being given to him. Lou’s eyes became fixated on the counter top. The reflection from lights reflected onto the spot she gazed into. Her mind felt like it was beginning to melt. As if pleasing herself was almost as tough as pleasing everyone around her. The woman was worldly. It had shaped her into being a calm and rational being, so why on earth was everything so difficult? —price to pay for being a criminal? –karma? –god no. Her mind chuckled and waved all thoughts in process off. She lifted her chin and looked back over to Micky. “Anything I can do to break the ice…?” There was an apologetic grin beginning to crack. She knew the girl wouldn’t punish her too long, Micky’s heart was always sentimentally good towards Lou–and even though most words were left unsaid, the owner deeply appreciated her. 

             There were a lot of things Lou had no clue about what happened in the time she had been gone --- but Micky hadn’t meant it in an attacking way. Hence why she had kept her tone light. Still, there was regret in her eyes -- an emotion that showed way too soon when she found herself around the other. She had missed her, a lot, in the time she had been gone. But telling her such a thing would only make it awkward. Instead she pinched the fabric of her bare skin between thumb and index finger, her nails leaving a mark when she let go. It was the mention of wine that made her look back up again, blue eyes catching blue eyes. Both as crystal clear as water. ‘’Yeah, wine’s fine.’’ Micky humored, she could really use some wine. If Jasper was gonna come in later, she might as well prepare for a show. Lou’s return to the club was a surprise - and a frightening one to the guy. If Lou knew what happened lately, he’d definitely be fucked. And not in a pleasurable way. The amount of times she had caught him fucking a girl at the backdoors when he was supposed to be serving customers... it made her roll her eyes thinking about it. Following the blonde’s footsteps, she sat down on a barstool reasonably close to her. Picking up the bottle after watching her down some. There were many words that wanted to leave dark painted lips, but she wasn’t sure she should. Where they stood, exactly. And that tickled Micky’s nerves. 

               Meanwhile there had been a change of music, acoustics this time. Which settled the mood better than rock had done. ‘’I know that, but thank you very much,’’ the blonde tried to keep her pose, although the tease was right there showing in her eyes. Anything to break the ice... that was a tough one. But a question popped up in Micky’s intelligent yet wasted mind and she couldn’t help but ask, interest getting the best of her. ‘‘Tell me, that at least in the time I haven’t seen you, the world has been good on you, Lou.’‘ --- After moving the wine around in her glass for a while, getting lost in the background music for a bit, she then said, ‘’did Jasper pee his pants by any chance? Sound nervous or anything like that? When you called him.’’ Breaking out into a genuine breathy laugh, she then raised the glass to take a sip. Picturing her colleague to not having expected the call, or at least not from Lou and nearly dropping the device when his eyes caught what name was projected onto his phone. ‘’It’s been less fun without you around,’’ she admitted, though it wasn’t something she’d repeat with ease.

[sneakymicky]

Daughter - Youth

We are the reckless We are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures

[sneakymicky]

i need a hug and six months of sleep

[sneakymicky]

signofthecrimes:

  What was the sensation of home? Stretching your limbs out to discover newly cold parts of your sheets just to roll over and curl up again? Being wrapped in your lovers arms at four in the morning. How the warm of arms allowed troubles to become just distant surroundings. Being able to walk around your space with no mirrored collection of the worlds judgment. Home. What had home become? Lou sat in an upstairs lofty office in her night club. Engulfed in wonder, her legs were covered in tight skinny jeans that were cropped just above her heeled boot. She draped her legs comfortably in length on top of her desk. She was dressed chicly within her mood. Home just wasn’t a word the Australian could find herself grasping at anymore. She was turning into a moody eighties punk. How was it that the one person who actually catered to the living space on the water side wasn’t claiming it anymore. Her home had been intruded by other women as a safe house, which Lou hadn’t minded. In fact, it had been her idea.. but it was becoming difficult to escape. The acoustics in the night club were spectacular. It was one complete selling reason the woman had transformed the place. Footsteps interrupted Lou’s gloomy thoughts and knowing who was shuffling in the space below almost diminished all of them. Micky. 

  “The place looks good.” The accent was bluntly carrying words down to the woman below. Lou had moved to the lookout of her office watching the younger woman pulling one bar stool off of a table before moving to the next. Micky had always been such a hard worker. She was considered to be one person that Lou found she could actually trust. “I didn’t scare you, did I?” She motioned her voice again before deciding it would be best to meet the girl downstairs, rather than to keep projecting. It was clear that something had been meddling with Lou’s clarity. Her demeanor was off, even if the woman had been so natural at covering up her feelings. “I asked Jasper to work the last half of your shift tonight.–It’s not going to cost you money,” No, Lou would make sure the girl still collected the same amount as if she worked a full shift–even possibly a little extra more. “I just think it would be nice for you to get home at a decent hour. You do enough.”  It may have been a shock to Micky Lou hadn’t made an appearance at the Club in a couple of months, and before it was brief. 

               Pvris had always been her go-to music when she was on her own, a rockband that brought her mind to places she could never dare to imagine. The bass that echoed through the massive yet empty space made her smile. In a few hours from now this place would be crowded and she wouldn’t have the time to listen to her own disturbing trail of thoughts, just people’s requests and flirtations she brushed off as cheap. Yes, it had been a while since she had ended up at someone’s place for the night but ever since Lou started to show less and less until she didn’t show up anymore, she had taken up more responsibility. Making sure the place was always left in a good, if not perfect, state. Correct the ones who were lower in rank a time or two whenever they fucked up the instructions on filling the bottles again. To the point the nightclub had almost become her new home -- if she couldn’t already call it that. She liked it here more than at her actual home.. if that was what she could call it. Lou’s gift to her had been ridiculous. An apartment. Which was one of the reasons she still found herself around this place. A reason that had once been the biggest -- now the smallest. She liked it here, and even though there had been dreams whirling around her mind once; she couldn’t wish for more than to work for the one woman who had saved her from a Hell years ago. ‘‘You're just a ghost at most, a set of empty bones. Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole, when it gets cold.’‘ she sang along to the music, finding no meaning behind them even though they practically screamed metaphor for her life.

                 Right when she was about to lower down a barstool, it was a voice that startled her and almost made her let go of the thing -- shoulders shaking from the scare. ‘‘Holy moses,’‘ she whispered under her breath, too soft for the other to hear -- especially with the music playing. Blue eyes perked up to where the voice had come from and they fell on what she thought was a ghost at first. But when she spoke again, her cheeks regained its color slowly but surely. ‘’...Scare me? ...A little, yeah. Maybe.’‘ she tried to brush it off with casualty, but utterly failing so as she gave a breathy laugh. Whilst Lou made her way downstairs Micky put the stool down and turned the volume down, not wanting it to disturb their conversation. ‘‘Sorry about the music,’‘ she pointed a little half assed, still processing the club owner was actually here after what felt like forever. ‘‘..I had no idea you were actually here,’‘ Micky leaned against the bar, arms weakly crossing in front of her chest as she listened to what her boss had to say. Taking a few seconds, she then parted her lips; ‘‘what?’‘ Shaking her head a little, disbelief settled on her features. ‘‘Jasper’s taking over? What for?’‘ Eyebrows scrunching for a second, she then tightened her crossing arms. Not understanding why Lou had made such a decision like that. ‘‘But I like it here?’‘ she continued, gesturing around the bar. ‘‘There’s nothing to do for me at home... or rather; no one waiting for me at home. Here I got people..’‘ it sounded like a lame excuse, but it was reality to Micky. Lou may see it as work, but this ‘work’ had became Micky’s life. Lowering her gaze to the ground for a moment, she then proceeded to be bolder, ‘‘..which you would’ve known if you’d been around more.’‘

[sneakymicky]

littleheistler:

Chocolate hues playfully rolled from view, trying desperately to conceal the smile she’d been biting back. “Oh. Hush!” A finger raised in the air as if to scold the young woman. “I think you heard me perfectly clear, but just in case I’ll have to make it a point to get you a pair of hearing-aids.” Veronica teased, a soft giggle parting her lips as she did so. “It’s not entirely my fault.” A dramatic pause took place. “Or maybe it is. I didn’t drink enough milk as a child or nearly at all.” Watching her friend so effortlessly open the bottle brought a small pout to pull at her bottom lips. “I wish I had that kind of strength. You’re my hero.” Hands quickly wrapped around the bottle the moment it was passed in her direction. The platinum haired beaut took a small swig, allowing the burning sensation to slide down the back of her throat. Surely, this would wake her or at least give her a bit of a buzz. “Cute.” She reached to tap her nose lightly with her fingertip. “I just have to look into some art pieces.” This wasn’t a complete lie. “You’re offering me a massage?” Eyebrows raised towards her hairline. “Did you do something that I don’t know about or is this an incredible act of kindness?”

          ‘‘Oh please do! My ears start buzzing a lot more lately after work, I’m sure I need a pair of those as soon as possible. Or it might just be my age, soon I’ll turn... don’t tell anyone... ten times three.’‘ she held a finger up in front of her lips as she made the shushing sound. ‘‘Let’s make a deal, I won’t tell your milk secret and you’ll keep my age a secret,’‘ she stuck out her tongue as a tease. ‘‘I’m no hero, come on. It’s just a corkscrew, nothing major. I ain’t lifting a car or something like that,’’ the blonde huffed, ‘’but thank you anyway.’‘ Micky shook her head a little after the boop, reveling in the feeling of being called cute. Vero gave a different meaning to it than anyone at the nightclub did, it was meant in an appreciative way and no catcalling. ‘‘Ohh, art pieces! Sounds like a blast. But I would be absolutely no help, unless you’re talking about music in an artsy way, then I’m your gal all the way.’‘ She made her way around the kitchen island with ease, taking another sip of the burning liquid before her hand came to rest upon her friend’s tanned shoulder. ‘‘...Maybe it’s just an excuse for me to touch your beautiful hair. To dread my fingers through those gorgeous silver locks. Pretend it’s a waterfall of perfection.’‘

[sneakymicky]

littleheistler:

“Oh. Just some intern project.” The simple lie rolled off her tongue so easily, knowing it would be in her best interest not drag her friend into her lifestyle. Her family wrote her off with ease, which only meant anyone could do the same. “God. Have I ever told you that you’re the absolute best?” Veronica’s plush lips curved into a grin upon noticing the bottle appear in front of her. Slender fingers only struggled with the lid for a brief moment, before a sigh parted at glossed tiers. “My only other request is for you to help open this. I swear I’m either the weakest or everything seems to be Vero-proofed.” The tanned female handed the bottle back off in Micky’s direction.

           Intern project. She knew those words all too well. Except, when it came to describing her own job she twisted those words a little. She was a bartender and that was it, no fraud that watered down vodka. ‘‘What did you say?’‘ Micky teased, purposely wanting to hear her say those words again. ‘‘I didn’t hear you, what was that, Vero?’‘ A grin settled upon her features, blue eyes trying to look innocent but they revealed everything. ‘‘Aw, can Vero not open up a bottle of vodka? I bet they did it on purpose, everything that’s ever against you must be Vero-proof,’‘ the blonde chuckle filled the air as her fingers brushed against her friend’s when she took over the bottle. Opening it with ease, she decided to take a sip straight from the bottle first, figuring she had earned it now. ‘‘Here you go,’‘ she handed it back over, then propping her face up in her hands after she settled her elbows onto her kitchen island. ‘‘Is it something I can help you with? Your project? Or give you a shoulder massage or...? I’m bored,’‘ she pouted before adding, ‘‘entertain me, Vero.’‘

[sneakymicky]

             The hottest beats ruined her ears as her soundproof headphones entertained her on her way to work. The subway was nothing new, always the same route, but it was the variety of people she came across that interested her. She had this habit to fantasize about their lives, some more perfect than others. In one way or another they seemed much more interesting than her own, with a touch of her own rich imagination. Micky could be totally wrong, going out of her way to forget about the cliche. The business guy across from her didn’t have a wife, no. He looked like the type to have one, but in her mind he didn’t. A lovingly man was waiting for him at home, having prepared dinner perfected to the littlest details possible. His suit said lawyer, but her mind screamed photographer well dressed. On his way home he’d pick up a lovely bouquet of roses and his husband would dramatically tell him he shouldnt have, waving it off as ‘too much love’ whilst really the house was just getting too crowded with flowers. It was one bouquet too many to take care of, but he still loved it all the same. They both did. And then there were the kittens, born last night --- there was her stop. Damnit, she was enjoying this way too much. 

               After checking out, she skateboarded her way over to the nightclub. The distance wasn’t much, but she preferred not to walk. There was a whole evening, night and morning ahead of her where she would stand on her feet and even though she was still feeling last night’s shift, she wasn’t one to complain. Instead find a solution to the problem, which was her skateboard in this case for comfort. A scarce ten minutes later she found herself opening up the backdoor of the building with an actual key instead of one she made herself. Always the first to enter, she picked up work where she had left off yesterday’s. Cleaning glasses, lowering barstools and prepare the whole installation that went on backstage. The usual, before Lou would arrive --- if she even would. It had been a long while since she’d seen her, but Micky knew not to worry. They were strong women and no cop had shown up, so the head bartender knew everything was alright. Heaving a sigh, she connected her phone to the stereo, figuring she would be alone for at least another hour before the others would pull up to the place.

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