Post by Mickey Milkovich on Feb 25, 2011 19:12:32 GMT -5
A stinging hand was brought closer to his chest before it was shook in front of the self correcting tv. Nicky passed out on the couch, Mickey sat on the floor in hopes of watching Casablanca. After a girl had referenced it in an insult he didn’t understand the teen was determined to get something to use for next time. He may not have been the smartest person around but he didn’t want it to be used against him. Something had to be done to prove he wasn’t as low as the name Milkovich put him. Loyalty was standing strong and proud; no one could doubt he was loyal to his family. He didn’t have to give other people more shit to say against them. They may have been the lowest on Chicago’s favorite sons and daughter’s list but who the fcuk wrote that list anyways?
Studying the map he was trying to figure out what it was he was getting himself into. “It’s a place?” It sounded more like a name. Slightly more confused, a leg was pulled up to rest his weight against. The black and white image was decorated with a few thin lines. “Liberte, egalite, fraternite, what the fcuk?” His pronunciation was off due to lack of interest in French. “Who puts Spanish in movies?” A soft smirk came to his lips watching the quick handed pickpocket. It was truly a dying art form. Ten minutes into it he couldn’t follow who was who and why they were important. He liked the one mousey guy. He had the voice of those old cartoon mice. Picturing ears and whiskers on top of the bowtie, Mickey laughed. A few more minutes and Nicky woke up bitching about the noise. “Watching a fucking movie.” His head got pushed to the side before the other male sat up as if to allow himself to bitch louder. “Must have loved you in jail, Nick. You’re a bigger bitch than Mandy.”
Unable to follow the movie, he stood up, moving to his jacket. “Next time get busted for something worth something. How about replacing that?” Shoving his hand through the sleeve he pointed at the tv. A nice tv would more than make up for the disappearance of either of his brothers. Turning around, he had turned into Shane. “Move.” At least they help the family and didn’t think of themselves when they could have. Rolling his eyes, which he hoped went unnoticed, he was cuffed upside the mouth. A hand was tempted toward his bottom lip as his tooth bought a taste of blood against his tongue. Of course, Mickey looked out for himself. Why was it up to him to take care of people who didn’t give a shit about him? “Are you gonna move?” His tone was softened by the contact. Despite the wall of his brother, he pushed past him and walked away from the dribbling door shutting behind him.
He may have been pissed at the moment but he was a Milkovich. He’d take a bullet for any of them if he wasn’t the one holding the gun and they had to have felt the same way about him. Licking the side of his mouth; blood missed by the forming tic. Exempting wet eyes, cold air was snorted to freeze any delayed reaction to the initial pain. His thumb brushing against the partly swollen surrounded cut. Arms falling back to his sides the thin touch of blood transferred to the jacket sleeve reaching under the male’s fingers as he walked to the Kash and Grab.
Studying the map he was trying to figure out what it was he was getting himself into. “It’s a place?” It sounded more like a name. Slightly more confused, a leg was pulled up to rest his weight against. The black and white image was decorated with a few thin lines. “Liberte, egalite, fraternite, what the fcuk?” His pronunciation was off due to lack of interest in French. “Who puts Spanish in movies?” A soft smirk came to his lips watching the quick handed pickpocket. It was truly a dying art form. Ten minutes into it he couldn’t follow who was who and why they were important. He liked the one mousey guy. He had the voice of those old cartoon mice. Picturing ears and whiskers on top of the bowtie, Mickey laughed. A few more minutes and Nicky woke up bitching about the noise. “Watching a fucking movie.” His head got pushed to the side before the other male sat up as if to allow himself to bitch louder. “Must have loved you in jail, Nick. You’re a bigger bitch than Mandy.”
Unable to follow the movie, he stood up, moving to his jacket. “Next time get busted for something worth something. How about replacing that?” Shoving his hand through the sleeve he pointed at the tv. A nice tv would more than make up for the disappearance of either of his brothers. Turning around, he had turned into Shane. “Move.” At least they help the family and didn’t think of themselves when they could have. Rolling his eyes, which he hoped went unnoticed, he was cuffed upside the mouth. A hand was tempted toward his bottom lip as his tooth bought a taste of blood against his tongue. Of course, Mickey looked out for himself. Why was it up to him to take care of people who didn’t give a shit about him? “Are you gonna move?” His tone was softened by the contact. Despite the wall of his brother, he pushed past him and walked away from the dribbling door shutting behind him.
He may have been pissed at the moment but he was a Milkovich. He’d take a bullet for any of them if he wasn’t the one holding the gun and they had to have felt the same way about him. Licking the side of his mouth; blood missed by the forming tic. Exempting wet eyes, cold air was snorted to freeze any delayed reaction to the initial pain. His thumb brushing against the partly swollen surrounded cut. Arms falling back to his sides the thin touch of blood transferred to the jacket sleeve reaching under the male’s fingers as he walked to the Kash and Grab.
