scarlet begonias

Mickey Wallace • 25  bartender • creep • lightning

[teenwolf-stilesstilinskiismyhero]

[hey--mickey]

riikusato‌:

“That’s another one up you have on me. I don’t know how I made it to the level I’m at. I can’t remember shit. The recipes at the restaurant, I just end up throwing shit in that sounds familiar. I’m actually the worst.” She snorted but kept a proud grin on her face. Riku rolled her eyes, “Pfft, if an expert like yourself is giving me the go ahead on my drinks, then fuck them.” She gave a small thank you before taking a long sip of her new drink. Riku set it down, savoring the taste before continuing her dish. Her eyebrows raised in curiosity as Mickey explained her delicacy. “Garlic with extra milk and butter…” Riku pondered on it for a moment, her lips poking out. “I’m impressed, those could fix anything. Is it minced or are you using garlic powder?”

“Listen, if I tried just throwin’ shit into a pot, I wouldn’t even come up with dog food. If that ain’t a talent, I don’t know what talent is. You make flavor-town look like a damn trailer park.” Mickey hoisted her small body up onto the edge of the counter, letting her feet dangle as she sipped at her drink, keeping herself far enough away so that she didn’t continue to swipe half of the ingredients. “You can make our next drink--that being said, I ain’t gonna be drivin’ home tonight, so I hope you don’t mind a couch-guest ‘til the mornin’.” She rolled her eyes dramatically, as if Riku was uncultured swine for even asking. “Minced, of course..” she sighed, smiling a little since she couldn’t keep the sass up for long. “Cooked up in a bit of olive oil first, though. Also basil! Basil makes every single thing better. I have a lil’ plant in my window, but I only get about five or six leaves every few months..”

[hey--mickey]

riikusato‌:

“Deal! I completely failed mixology in school. But fuck it, my drinks were delicious to me! Who cares if they were completely spiked, they got the job done.” Riku laughed as she swiped her vegetables into her pan before grabbing her onions. She raised an eyebrow to Mickey with her lips poked out in concern. “And how exactly do you even make that tragedy taste edible?”

“That’s alright--I dropped outta’ high school and I definitely don’t have any mixology in my repertoire. Just good at rememberin’ stuff, I guess. Ended up bein’ way more useful than I ever thought.” Mickey shook her head, “And I’ve had your drinks. They’re surely strong, but they’re not bad at all. Besides, I’m not quite one to judge.” Standing up proudly, she passed Riku her glass with a grin. “Garlic,” she said simply. “I swear to baby Jesus, that shit changes everything. Also like, half as much milk and twice as much butter as the box says, among some other random shit. Fuck calories--I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”

[skyclaad-deactivated20210430]

Waverly + YouTube 

2x4 // 3x9

[hey--mickey]

“I just don’t see what the big deal is. Whenever I tell someone I’ve never had a caramel apple, they act like I just brutally murdered a man right in front of them. I don’t like bein’ sticky and it just sounds like a big mess. I mean, ain’t it?”

[hey--mickey]

riikusato‌:

Riku snorted, poking her lips out to the other woman before lowering her head back down to her vegetables. “To be fair, I only let you come here because you can mix a mean Long Island. So I guess it’s a fair trade for me.” She winked at the other.

Mickey grinned proudly. “That I do,” she said, tossing another piece of bell pepper in her mouth before turning to refill their aforementioned glasses. “I will make you drinks all day if you keep feedin’ me like this. I don’t even have enough counter space to make myself a proper meal. But I can tell ya’ one thing; I can turn a blue box of mac n’ cheese into a goddamn masterpiece.”

[dinahhayes-a]

“I like to believe that I’m a really nice person…” She mused, looking down at her counter as she focused on dicing her onions before swiftly swiping them into the pot. “But I’m beginning to believe that you’d only come and badger me because I can cook you a nice meal.” Riku glanced up, giving her visitor a teasing smirk as she reached over to the side to grab a tomato to continue her dicing.

[hey--mickey]

Mickey couldn’t help but smirk a little, side-eyeing Riku. “I resent the fact that you’d think I’m that shallow,” she said, shaking her head as she continued to pick at the ingredients the woman had set out on the counter. “But I mean...it is a bit of a bonus. Even my ma’ couldn’t cook for shit. Who am I to turn down free food and good company t’boot?”

[hey--mickey]

dazedxdaisy‌:

“How did you know?” Daisy questioned, impressed by the guess. “He does that horrible mumble rap shit.”

Mickey laughed a little louder. “I knew it!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I’ll bet his content is real original, am I right? Money and bitches and such? Poor guy probably thinks he’s a revolutionary..”

[dazedxdaisy]

“I know art is subjective and everything but this guy in my class literally turned in a black and white photo of a tipped over lawn chair. I’m done with these ‘i’m so deep you can’t even see me’ hipster types.”

[hey--mickey]

Mickey couldn’t help but cackle, always a fan of the exact type the girl was talking about. “Is he one of them soundcloud artists too?” she asked. “I’ll bet he is. All the money in my wallet--which...ain’t much..”

[hey--mickey]

miss-savannah-h‌:

Savannah couldn’t relate to what Mickey was going through since her training was more careful and extensive. That and she had about seven inches over the younger woman. Her lips were sucked in in attempt to keep from smiling or laughing since Mickey finally noticed her laughing. Instead, she took one of Mickey’s arms and very slowly lifted it up, totally realizing she forgot ear muffs for the session today.

But after what she’d just witnessed, it was totally worth it to end it after this little incident anyways. “You’re fine Mickey. You might have a bruise on your face and some sore arms but you’re fine.” She answered loud enough to get past the ringing in her ears. “Thanks for that laugh though. I needed that.”

Mickey had never been so thankful to see her appendages, sighing in relief as Savannah lifted her arm up. “Oh thank goodness..” she said. “You ever seen a one-armed bartender? I sure haven’t. Don’t plan on bein’ one either.” So maybe she hit her head a little bit too. The redhead bit her lip to keep herself from babbling anymore.

With a groan, Mickey sat up, rubbing the back of her head. She felt like she’d been hit by a train, and it wasn’t until she went to rub her eyes that she realized what Savannah meant by a bruise on her face. “I’m gonna need enough ice to fill a whole tub,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes at the woman. “Yeah, any time. Glad to be of assistance..”

[seashellstellagallagher]

“This is going to make me sound totally lame. But I love back to school time so much specifically because they always have an incredible section of planners and highlighters which I’m totally down for.” 

[hey--mickey]

“That ain’t lame!” Mickey said, her cheeks a little pink with embarrassment after how quickly she responded. “You know what I wish they still had? Them gel pens. Remember those? They had the neon ones and the sparkly ones; I had a ton of those when I was a kid. I remember always gettin’ in trouble because the teachers didn’t like us doin’ our homework with ‘em.”

[hey--mickey]

miss-savannah-h‌:

It was good to laugh every now and then. Real or not. Her prank was suppose to be harmless. Savannah anticipated that Mickey would at least have a sore shoulder and stumble backwards a little. That’s what should have happened. But this was the one time that Savannah didn’t anticipate Mickey’s size to everything else. 

So to watch the smaller woman be knocked on her ass was surprising. And hilarious. A look of surprise crossed her face initially and before she could even stop it, Savannah burst into loud laughter. It felt so foreign but it also felt good. Like a laugh she hadn’t had in a long time. She doubled over, trying to catch her breath, sides aching, as she grabbed the shot gun, set it on the table before going to her knees next to Mickey. Still laughing. It was only when her sides hurt too much that Savannah was able to reign it in, wiping the tears from her eyes gently and finally able to catch her breath. “Oh. My. God. I did not see that coming.” She grinned, dimples out in full force and trying to force herself from laughing again.

Mickey supposed in that moment that she probably should’ve asked a few more questions before pulling the trigger. Savannah was a pro, and she obviously was not. She coughed a few times, blinking away the stars in her vision before the laughing woman made her way into it. Mickey could hardly understand the words coming out of Savannah’s mouth, and all she could do was stare up at her, trying to regain feeling in the rest of her body. “Do I still have both arms???” she asked, her voice much louder than she was aware of. “I-I can’t feel both arms. Just the one that I didn’t blow off just now. Am I bleedin’?? Do I have all my teeth?? How come you’re laughin’ so hard??”

[hey--mickey]

miss-savannah-h‌:

“That is why we are at the estate in the Hamptons and not my apartment in the city. Blow the ceiling off and it can easily be replaced.” She shrugged. “Oh c’mon its not that hard. This is a more modern pump shotgun. With new technology there is hardly any recoil and its easily to hold because the frame is light weight metal. Look.” As further incentive, Savannah grabbed a blank shotgun shell, loaded it and cocked it before pointing at the target and firing. Her shoulder easily went with the recoil, and she was picking up the empty shell. “See? Nothing to it.”

“Said no one ever...” Mickey mumbled, wondering just how life would be if money simply wasn’t an object. Since working for Savannah, her income had definitely grown, but she was only comfortable. Watching the tall woman, Mickey had to swallow a knot in her throat at the sight, trying to put the fact that she'd never looked more attractive out of her mind. Savannah made it look easy, and quite possibly gave the smaller woman a bit of false confidence. “Nothing to it,” she repeated a little nervously, taking the gun and doing everything Savannah did before propping up against her body like she did. 

But when Mickey fired, the first thing she felt was the ground disappearing from beneath her feet. She saw a flash of light before her eyes shut firmly, and the next thing she knew, she was looking at the ceiling with absolutely no sign of air in her lungs. Mickey hadn’t had the wind knocked out of her since she was a kid and she slipped off the monkey bars, landing on her back on the rough wood chips. She felt the pressure in her cheek from the gun having thwacked her in the face after pulling the trigger; the gun that she still held firmly against her body as the ringing in her ears became a muffled mess. After a moment, Mickey’s lungs finally opened and she breathed in harshly, feeling her soul begin to return to her body as she blinked hard. Thankfully it was a blank, otherwise Savannah would without a doubt have a few handymen to call.

[hey--mickey]

miss-savannah-h‌:

“Running is all well and good if there are knives or fists only as weapons. But can’t outrun a gun. And trust me, I’ve tried.” Savannah grumbled, her shoulder aching dully at the memory as she pulled out small boxes of blanks, setting them on the folding table. Looking at the smaller gun, Savannah smirked as she picked up a shot gun. “Nope. This one. And relax, its not like I’m putting you through intense training today.” She held it out with both hands with a more innocent looking smile. “This is just an introduction. And after this you can have all the expensive drinks you want. My treat.”

Mickey glanced down at her elbow quickly, spotting the scar she sported from the first time she had to run from a knife. It was a small mark that represented an absolutely terrifying moment for her, so she supposed maybe Savannah was right. Still, she couldn’t shake the nerves. And when the woman took the gun from the case that was almost as big as her whole body, she figured it must be a joke. “You’re fuckin’ with me,” she said with a chuckle. “Ain’t no way you want me to shoot that thing. I bet I’ll put a hole in your ceiling or somethin’. Or in you!”

[hey--mickey]

“I’m not so sure about this..” Mickey said as she looked at the huge case of firearms. And knowing that it was only a small fraction of what Savannah owned made her swallow hard. The woman had been talking about it for a while. The training she’d been doing at the gym was good, of course, but Savannah wanted her ability to defend herself to be a bit...broader. However, Mickey wasn’t very eager to get started. Guns were a big part of her childhood; everyone had them, and she always just thought they were loud and dangerous and that most of the people who had them shouldn’t be allowed to.

Her eyes landed on the tiniest one in the case, gesturing to it as she looked at Savannah. “You’re gonna start me on like...this one, right?” she asked hopefully. Mickey was...small, for lack of a better word. And she was a runner, not a fighter. “I’m gonna need a drink after this. I hope you know that.”

@miss-savannah-h

[hey--mickey]

loveabrahams‌:

Bram did as he was instructed and sat down tentatively on the barstool, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t quite trust himself to speak without letting his emotions slip and he wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about it anyway, so instead he just nodded slightly.

When the stranger nodded almost nervously, Mickey bent down a little to get eye-level with him as she gently pressed the ice against his cheek. “Hey,” she said, a little softer than her regular chipper bartender voice. “You came to the right place. If someone’s out there tryin’ to get ya, ain’t nobody comin’ in here. I got a shotgun behind the bar that I’m way too scared to use but I’ll bet Joe ain’t too scared.” Mickey smiled as she gestured to the other bartender. “You want a drink? Somethin’ to numb the pain?”

[hey--mickey]

Ever feel like something is missing?

“Yeah, a few things. Mostly I regret not goin’ to college, but I was broker than the ten commandments when I moved here and the thought of loans always scared the hell outta’ me..”