motorcycle he lovingly named 'Baylock', and has a tattoo across his back of two revolvers.
Lives in a trailer in the woods with his two pet rats. Later, starts living with Kieran. (In the trailer)
Constant insults. This man doesn't care who he hurts by what he says, if a customer is particularly rude they often call Micah out to deal with them. Though his attitude does tend to land him in heaps of trouble within the team.
One time Micah had insulted the girls enough that Charles ended up dragging the man outside, throwing him in one of the bins. For a week he couldn't get the smell out of his uniform.
"Head of" the bar. When she's on shift best believe it gets done, she knows her stuff and her energy when on the bar is next level
Lots of "my love", and "babe" towards customers
No specific favourite genre of music, loves a lot of 70s/80s. Expect her to play a lot of Dire Straits. Loves Lady Writer
Molly was one of the first people that Dutch and Hosea hired, alongside Susan Grimshaw and Micah Bell. She'd attended an art course in college, later meeting Matthews at an art show—he'd offered her the job after learning she was trying to save to pay back student loans. What started as a weekend job originally became her full time career and, alongside Charles, Molly became one of the best bar staff.
Wears lots of summer dresses, mostly in varied shades of blue//green.
Like Kieran; is relatively new to working at "Van Der Linde's"
Best friends with Molly
Primarily a waiter though is trained on bar, he does well amongst customers and so Dutch likes it when he's working the shop floor
Same sense of fashion as canon rdr2 Javier: Wears vests and shirts a lot, rolled sleeves with a few opened buttons on his shirt. If he hasn't got the vest, then he wears a denim jacket. Black jeans.
Wears his hair down at all times unless he needs to tie it up.
Went to college with and is a long-time friend of Molly's, started working on her recommendation.
He is a part of his own band. Some evening's he performs at a bar downtown, sketchy place though the others frequent often. Arthur had visited the bar one time and caught Javier performing, passing word on to Dutch—now every other Sunday evening Dutch will hire the band to perform at the restaurant in the garden.
Both he and Hosea had dreamt about opening the restaurant together, now they co-own in
Strictly wears Hawaiian shirts, Khaki shorts, and socks and sandals—no matter the weather.
Has a whole wardrobe dedicated to the shirts. He owns a wide range of colours//patterns
A BIG fan of the beach boys.
His favourite song is Kokomo, a close second their cover of "california dreaming"
He grew up near the beach. Listens to a lot of surf rock
However, hates water. Won't go in the sea.
Does go fishing regularly with Hosea and Arthur however. They tried to get him in a boat but he refused, said his feet will remain on the ground
Often closes the restaurant early. Then will hold a small "party" for whoever's working the shift. The party is really just him giving a speech, about how proud he is of the team for making this long time dream become a reality, he'll play Beach Boys in the background and opens one bottle for them to all share. It's their cheapest alcohol, so a lot of them just drink water during
Characters; Lemuel Fike, RDO Character, Micah Bell
Micah scowled as he looked up at the sign to the shop Mary-Beth recommended him to go. Clearly whoever was in charge of decorating liked their flowers, decorating almost every corner and sign they could.
He hated the abundance of bright colours that casted down upon him, but with Kieran's party coming up there wasn't many places left for him to buy decent alcohol and apparently Mary-Beth knew the shop owners, went to the same college as one of them. Not that he really cared.
Inside was just as bright and awful as the outside but now he could see every crack and damage on the walls. A home, or rather shop, that was barely able to hold itself up. Micah wondered how any of this was suitable for someone to live in, let alone work.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking around the poorly decorated shop front. There wasn't anyone here who could help him, a completely abandoned shopfront with no alarms. Whoever ran this place had a great amount of faith, given Micah could so easily scope out whatever bottle of wine he wanted and just take it. Hell, he would have done just that but thinking about how disappointed Kieran would be, even Mary-Beth, had him resist the urge for now. To top it off, these people knew his friend and so if he were to successfully steal a bottle it wouldn't be long before someone found out who did it.
Approaching the front counter, he spotted the bell and rang it a couple times and soon enough people had emerged from the back room, looking slightly dishevelled. The person who had approached the counter was a man just a few years younger than he was and in lots of ways he reminded Micah of Kieran, they looked similar and had that same nervous smile about them. Although, this individuals hair was far shorter and lighter.
"Sorry a-about that, sir," the man said with a smile, "didn't hear the door go an' we don't exactly get many customers come in."
"Well, had a friend recommend this place to me. She says this is the best place for me to buy wine," Micah explained, "you got a name by chance?"
The man nodded gently, "Lem and this" -he pointed at his female friend, "this is Nora."
Micah noticed the way he said her name and how his lips curled up into a small smile, they locked eyes for a moment and he began to shift back and forth on his feet awkwardly. "Well," he interrupted, "you got anything good for a birthday?"
Lem nodded slowly, turning towards the shelf behind him where there was multiple bottles on display. He perused the labels before settling on a certain type, pulling it off of the shelf and handing it over to Micah, "this should do."
"Thanks," he said before digging through his pocket for his wallet, "how much?"
"Nine dollars," Lem answered. Micah spluttered when he heard the price, not quite believing his ears. He was, afterall, used to buying cheap wine.
"What the hell you charging that for?" to say Micah felt a little insulted an understatement. He wasn't even sure why this was such a big deal, but he hadn't expected to spend so much on just the one item.
"Unfortunately that's the best I can do," Lem explained. Even he looked a little annoyed, although Micah wasn't sure if that was his neutral face or not.
Micah looked between both of Lem and Nora's faces before sighing, befofe he wouldn't give two shits about a lot of things and yet a part of him began to pity these people. He would have argued about the price until they grew tired, but for some strange reason Micah's attitude had changed dramatically. The place was rundown and he could respect anyone who was just trying to make a living out in these unprecedented times. "Alright give me a second bottle, same stuff," he grunted.
Lem nodded slowly before pulling a second bottle off of the shelf and handing it over. Micah had to place the bottles down so his hands were free, digging out the money and a little more to pay for the product. "See ya," he grumbled.
They were nice people, he thought as soon as he left the shop but he would be damned if he had let them take eighteen-dollars from his pocket again.
