Nickname/s: Mickey, Mick, MadDawg, Ratoncita (by her brother, Matt)
Faceclaim: Monica Barbaro
Gender // Pronouns: female // she/her
Age // Date of Birth: 32 // February 16, 1993
Hometown: San Diego, CA
Occupation: U.S. Naval Aviator
Neighborhood: Ridgeview Heights
Time in Blackstone Ridge: Moved here in December 2024
Relationship Status: In a Relationship with @aslandemirci
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「 the introduction 」
Absolute badass of a female fighter pilot who knows she's good at her job and isn't afraid to remind people (Think Maverick in Top Gun but with boobs?)
Her parents fully expected to have their fourth boy but then she was born and the doctors had mixed things up, so she's been letting her parents down since (literally) birth
MAJOR tomboy growing up, but her baby sister was a picture-perfect pageant princess and Mickey learned how to weaponize her femininity and use it to her advantage so she cleans up real nice
There was never any doubt or question in her mind: she was born to be a naval aviator and a damn good one at that! Followed in her dad's footsteps, just like her three brothers before her who also joined the Navy
She's definitely better than her brothers at flying, and loves to rub it in their faces because #siblingrivalry lol
Gets along with just about any guy she meets (especially the ones she's sleeping with) at first but girls are hit or miss and that's okay by her
Bought a house in Blackstone Ridge in December after being reassigned to the Naval Air Station Joint Reserve Base Fort Worth last fall because she thought she might as well try and make something feel like home since she hasn't been based somewhere outside of California in over a decade.
「 waterproof makeup ain't made for a breakup 」
She talks like a damn sailor (well, okay, Navy... duh!) and has such a dirty mouth so please forgive her in advance for her choice of language, I promise she's not complete trash all the time!
Major!!! Daddy!!! Issues!!! Where some girls love and admire their dad, Mickey has idolized hers at an unhealthy level, which is compounded by the fact that he can’t give her an ounce of praise or recognition even though it’s clearly due
She's 100% that girl who is going to swear up and down that it's a meaningless hook up and then circle back later with another guy just to test the waters and see if jealousy festers beneath the surface
There's probably something seriously wrong with her on a psychological level but the Navy didn't catch it and they still let her fly the big plans so whatcha gonna do?
Was stationed in Virginia Beach from 2011 to 2015 so if your muse was there at any point during those years, hit me up for connections!
Mickey drives a 2025 Porsche 718 Cayman that's obnoxiously red and goes very fast and she loves it to pieces!!!
Jin laughed lightly when Mickey tapped his nose, loving her enthusiasm. “Halloween supremacy, absolutely.” He nodded. He had always liked this holiday. It invited creativity, and anything that would otherwise be scary or macabre would suddenly be acceptable. Truly the most wonderful time of the year. “You’re right, my bad, you’re obviously having a good time.” He grinned as he watched her twirl and pose. Jin gestured to his costume when she asked about it. “It’s Pietro from Animal Crossing.” He explained with a small laugh. “He’s not very scary, just aggressively colourful.” He admitted, running his hand down his rainbow striped jumper. “Spencer and Tae are doing Animal Crossing costumes, and Benny was doing a circus theme, so I’m killing two birds with one very colourful stone. Do you not like it?”
Jin chuckled at Mickey’s comment about Aslan. “I’ve seen him. I tried not to look too much, because that would be disrespectful. But… Was hard not to notice.” He laughed. “You’re shameless, in a way that although I respect it, I’m a little scared of it.” He teased and nudged her playfully. “Do you want to get a drink?”
Mickey nodded when Jin explained which clown he was dressed as, her face lighting up at the mention of matching with Benny's team and Spencer and Tae. She reached out and put her hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze, reassuring him with a broad smile. "Jin, I love it!" She meant it, too, because it was a very unique costume and she thought he'd nailed it. "I love how you found a balance to match with them and still fit in with Benny's crew. That was really creative!"
"I mean, I had a feeling people would be ogling him," she confessed with a slight whisper, giving Jin a wink. "I can't believe I got him to agree to it, honestly, but I'm glad he did. It's the gift that keeps on giving." Mickey broke into a smile when Jin nudged her, knowing full well what her friend meant. "Yeah, let's drink! I'll lead the way," she said, reaching out to tuck her hand into Jin's so that they didn't get separated in the crowd.
"He cooks for you?" Yasemin's jaw dropped slightly. eyes widening. Oh, her brother was definitely down bad. She filed that away as just another thing to tease him about--though her hopeless romantic side won out pretty quick. "I'm pretty sure cooking is a love language for some people; I can't say I know all of them off the top of my head." She gave Mickey a quick once over, shaking her head. "Well, for what it's worth, you look fantastic. Come to my place sometime, and you'll find a small stash of Uncrustables. I'm not sure what it is about them--it probably makes me sound like such a kid at heart--but it's definitely a thing from my teenage years that unfortunately my future romantic partner will have to accept as a quirk. Whoever they are." Lately, she'd gotten more comfortable with owning even the weirdest parts about her. As a young girl, Yas was kind, but shy. Despite those positive attributes, she had often felt like most things she did weren't good enough. It had been a lot to work through as an adult, but thankfully the work had made her that much stronger and she didn't really feel the need to defend her own choices.
She turned to Mickey, grateful for and even a little touched by the admission. While she got to see the awe and excitement of customers picking up the flowers, she sometimes wished she could see the reactions of the ones who actually were gifted the bouquets. And no, she hadn't been there when Mickey received the flowers, but she had an active imagination--she'd always thought joy was a pretty palpable emotion. "I'd love that, actually." She paused, tilting her head. "You know how it's damn near impossible to get the guards at Buckingham Palace to crack their stoic expressions? For some reason that's what I picture when I think of a military base. Super silly, I know." She gave Mickey's arm a little squeeze, beaming brightly. There was always going to be a worry in her mind over whether people liked her, but she was filled with relief knowing it'd barely been a full half hour and they were already getting along this well. "Good, 'cause you're not allowed to tap out on me! I like you too much already. And, god....honestly? I'd have to give the edge to coffee. Tea's really good for relaxation and stuff, but I've genuinely never seen so many different and interesting coffee flavors cranked out. Maybe about a month ago I went a little wild over one brand because of the cute advertising. Gets me every time. Just show me a picture of a little piece of toast with a beret on a coffee label and I'm sold." Yasemin giggled softly, ducking her head. "More power to those who drink straight black coffee, though. I could never."
"He does," Mickey responded with a small smile, "I'm absolutely hopeless in the kitchen, so he's been a huge blessing in that department for sure. He actually made dinner for my cousin and my brother when they moved here, too." She knew Aslan wouldn't brag on himself for doing things like that, but Mickey was more than happy to. She loved talking about that man, and it was no different doing it with his sisters. If anything, she was more excited about it because it meant seeing their perspectives about him, and it helped her round out the man she'd come to know in the past few months. "Oh, Uncrustables are bomb, I love them. I keep a stash in our freezer, so you'll never be without them if you stop by my house. I need to get some for Aslan's place, actually, now that you mention it." Mickey had somehow never outgrown the snacking habits of her teenage years, and nothing hit the spot quite like an Uncrustable when she was drunk. It was like drunk Taco Bell, it really just hit different.
"Oh, we're nowhere near that scary," she replied, waving Yasemin's mental picture off with a smile. "I mean, the gate guards absolutely will terrify you if you're not prepared, but once you get inside, it's like a little town more than anything." Mickey hadn't expected to make so many friends here in Texas, but she was quickly learning just how nice it was to have people to show her job off to. "I'm not planning on going anywhere," she said as she nudged Yas with her elbow. It was true, more than just not crapping out due to a heart attack, Mickey wasn't planning on going anywhere that didn't involve Aslan in the near future. They'd both agreed to ride this thing for the long-haul, however long that ended up being, and so far things were looking pretty great. "Ooh, what's your go to coffee drink and flavor combo?" Mickey wasn't above compiling notes, of course, mentally wanting to memorize the little things so she could truly embrace Yasemin and Azra as her own sisters in a way. As an extension of Aslan, she would care about them, that was a given. "I won't lie, I'm a fan of black coffee," Mickey confessed, slipping her hands into her pockets, "but I'm also a fan of flavored coffee with all the fixings. I think I just like coffee so much, actually, I take it in most forms. I'm easy to please in that aspect, but pretty much no other one."
"Don't they take timekeeping seriously in the military, buddy?" It was almost a blessing now that Mickey and Corey had both been too busy with work and that their schedules had kept overlapping in ways that had made it impossible to hang out. Corey couldn't have handled it if they had spilled all happy and excited about the engagement only to have it come crashing down within less than two weeks. It was bad enough they'd have to explain to Key, Leo and Spence.
"Yeah, let's walk. Just as well. What I have to say ain't for over-hearing ears anyways," Corey said with a sigh. "Can I get a Maple Hazelnut Latte, and whatever kinda cookie they got? The more sugar the better." It was annoying that the place they would've hit up for endless free drinks and food, the place they'd go to knock back beers, watch sports, and let out their frustrations by having arguments with straight male sports fans was now owned by the very girlfriend they were fighting with. As soon as they got their order, Corey headed out, holding the door for Mickey. They waited until they were a few feet down the street before speaking again. Their mood was clearly off, their usual jovial, playful nature buried under something quieter and more morose today. "I don't wanna be a bummer, but I really fucked up, Mick."
"Yes, and I've never been late to work before," Mickey said with a laugh. "Unfortunately, I'm just not as scared of you as I am a court martial for tardiness." She was glad to know that no matter how long it'd been, her dynamic with Corey always picked right back up again. Those types of friendships were Mickey's bread and butter, especially since joining the Navy. She could be gone for days or weeks or even months at a time, and she found comfort in the friends who didn't need to work their way back into the fun, playful dynamic.
Mickey could tell something was off with Corey just by that single sigh, and she was instantly worried. She quickly ordered the drinks for Corey and herself, along wit the cookie Corey had asked for. Once everything was ready, Mickey handed them over to Corey before grabbing her own drink and lifting the lid to blow some air into it. She was the type of person who would order hot coffee in the middle of summer, so it wasn't like she expected it to cool down frequently. If anything, the movement was merely something. todo while she watched Corey closely. "Hey, you're not a bummer just because you're off," she said, tilting her head slightly to the side. She couldn't recall having ever seen Corey quite like this before. "What happened, anyway? Start from the beginning, I'm not in any rush."
“Allegedly,” he replied, a sly smirk curving at the corner of his mouth. Aslan was far from innocent and always had been, particularly when women were involved. Something told him that that wouldn’t exactly come as a shock to his girlfriend, who knew him well enough now to know his mischievous tendencies. He led her by the hand through the crowd and down the steps, forever silently relishing that physical touch, even as simple as it was. The fact of the matter was that he’d never felt so connected to anyone before, so much so that even a gesture as small as holding her hand felt monumental. Not only that, but it was an outward demonstration that let everyone know who he belonged to, and he couldn’t help but crave the way that felt.
Making their way under the bleachers, Aslan snorted as he watched Mickey take in her surroundings. “Why else? I don’t give a fuck about football,” he pointed out with a shrug and another playful grin, “Had to make the most of it before I got shipped off to the TAF, right?” Rolling his lips together, he stepped closer to her and reached out to hook his thumbs around her belt loops. “Isn’t that why you like me?” Aslan fired back, tugging her into him then, “C’mere.” Stationing his hands at her hips, he leaned down, catching her lips in a few featherlight, teasing kisses to start. But then he moved them, backing her into the nearest metal column as if to brace her there while he all but devoured her. Wandering hands traveled over her body like it was a well loved roadmap peppered with all of his favorite places to be.
“If you would’ve told sixteen year old me that one day he’d be back here,” he started in between kisses as his hands slipped down to squeeze her ass, “making out with the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen,” Aslan shook his head, catching her bottom lip between his teeth for a fleeting moment, “he wouldn’t have believed you. I’m still not sure I do.” He hugged his arms around her, unsure that he could even get any closer to her, but that didn’t stop him from trying, “You’re unfuckin’real, Mickey.”
Mickey loved being surrounded by people while holding Aslan's hand, but she also loved being the only person around him—especially when he looked at her the way he was right now. There was a power in his gaze, and Mickey could feel it race through her the moment he flashed that playful grin her way. Their back and forth was always entertaining, if not electrifying, and this time was no different. When he reached out to hook his thumbs around her belt loops, Mickey dropped her chin slightly and sank her teeth into her bottom lip, knowing full well he'd give her an opportunity to show him what was on her mind soon enough. "One of many reasons, actually," she quipped back, her own hands sliding between the layers of clothing he wore to settle on either side of his waist.
In the past five and a half months, Mickey had learned just about everything there was to know about Aslan, but she knew she'd never get tired of his company when he managed to always keep her on her toes like this. Finding herself backed against the metal, Mickey could've sworn Aslan had some kind of cheat sheet saved away in his brain for just how to get any sort of reaction he wanted out of her. His roaming touches elicited all the appropriate responses: a sigh against his lips as he squeezed her ass, a gentle moan when he nipped at her bottom lip, and a hum of satisfaction when he pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms. Mickey slid her hands behind Aslan, up his back to a spot where nails could drag lightly over his tee as she leaned her head back against the cool metal column behind her. "Really? Because I feel like life with you is just about the most real thing I've ever experienced," she teased, lowering her voice to a whisper before continuing. "Oh, don't forget to tell that kid he doesn't get to just make out with her. That's his girlfriend."
Mickey wasn't often late, but somehow she'd managed to convince herself she could get to Blackstone Brews earlier than she actually managed to. Granted, that probably had a lot to do with how long it took her to pull herself away from Aslan, but she wasn't going to nitpick her morning plans now—that wouldn't do her any good. "Sorry I'm late," she said as soon as she stepped into the coffee shop and spotted Corey. "I know, I know, I'm the one who picked ten to meet, and I'm the one who rolled in ten minutes late. That's on me. I'll buy your coffee to make it up to you, okay?" She pulled her card out from the holder in her phone case and nodded toward the counter. "Let's order it to go and we can walk around downtown while we catch up. It's such a beautiful day outside."
🎃 closed starter / taemin lee @legallytaemin
🎃 location: monster mash bash @ the whiskey barrel
🎃 date: october 25, 2025
Mickey was on her way back from the bathroom when she found herself standing face-to-face with Tae. After they'd chatted at Corey's barbecue, she'd been meaning to try and catch him again to see how things were going, at least on his end. "Hi Tae," she said happily, offering up a small wave. "I love your costume! You guys are Animal Crossing characters, right?" She'd spoken to Jin earlier so she'd gotten filled in, otherwise she wouldn't have a clue what they were. "This suits you, I think, a nice, wise owl. You work with Azra at the law firm in town, right?"
He’d only gone to a handful of high school football games in his time, and they’d pretty much all been by force, or out of some sense of obligation to watch a friend who happened to be on the field. Soccer– or in his mind, actual football– had always been more appealing to him, but he’d still enjoyed the atmosphere of a high school game. Plus, he’d never hesitated to support his friends, especially having known that as soon as he graduated, he’d be voluntarily shipping himself back to Turkey. Part of going to games had solely been about soaking up the last few moments with those people. And now here he was again, watching the game in an entirely different light– and with entirely different company.
Since becoming official with Mickey, Aslan had never been happier. They’d enjoyed a variety of different date nights, each one bringing them closer as a couple and as friends. Not only was she his lover, his girlfriend, but Mickey Maddox was now his best friend too– someone who arguably knew him better than he knew himself…at times, at least. Aslan knew deep down there was still so much to his story that she wasn’t privy to, but that was a thought he didn’t like to linger on, especially once she threaded her hand through his again, catching his focus and derailing all other thoughts that had been racing through his mind.
Giving her hand a squeeze, he peered down at her, “They did when I was in high school,” he mused aloud, his lips twisting with mischief, clearly giving him away as one of those teens who’d been guilty of liplocking under the bleachers. Perhaps that had been the other main motivator behind going to football games, aside from being ‘supportive’ of his friends. He lifted a brow at her ‘or’, and waited with baited breath, forever eager to hear whatever Mickey came up with. Trapping his bottom lip between his teeth as she continued, he shrugged a shoulder, smirking coyly, “¿Por qué no los dos?” He fired back, leaning down to steal a quick kiss from her. He’d learned that little line from Javi and had been waiting for an opportunity to hit her with it. Snagging another kiss, he abruptly stood, giving Mickey’s hand a little tug in a bid to get her to follow him, “C’mon– I know a spot.”
"Oh did they, now?" Mickey couldn't help how her gaze lingered on Aslan's lips when he smiled like that, the more playful side of her once again being met step for step. She was rewarded handsomely for her creativity, too, because seeing him bite his lip send a jolt of electricity through her. There was something even stronger that slammed into her chest at his question, not having expected Aslan to drop Spanish on her out of the blue like this. His stolen kisses were the only thing that kept her upright, honestly, because hearing Aslan speak in his own native tongue was incredibly sexy as far as Mickey was concerned. Hearing him speak Spanish? That was downright unfair in a crowd of this size, too many people all around to keep her climbing into his lap then and there.
Thankfully, Aslan was quick to take the lead, pulling her up from where she'd been sitting with a gentle tug. Mickey's teeth sank into her own bottom lip as she followed him, leaving very little to the imagination when it came to what could possibly have them racing off in such a hurry. She didn't worry about the bystanders for long, not when she had a feeling she knew exactly where Aslan was taking her. He could've pulled her along to just about anywhere, really, and Mickey would've followed happily. She'd never been a hand-holding girl, but these days, she was reaching for Aslan's hand just as often as he reached for hers. It didn't matter the reason—walking through a crowd or just reaching out in the middle of the night when she thought he was fast asleep—Mickey felt a sense of safety in holding Aslan's hand. It made her feel like they were united, and she loved being the woman by his side.
She felt like a giddy teenager as they ducked under the bleachers, casting a quick glance around to make sure the actual horny teens were nowhere to be found. They must have skittered off as the game went on, because Mickey and Aslan found themselves alone under the metal stands they'd been sitting in only moments before. Mickey did a little circle, eyeing the 'spot' he'd brought them to. "Aslan Demirci," she said with a playfully scolding tone, "are you telling me you would come to football games just to fool around with girls?" She wasn't jealous, and it was clear from her smirk that she was actually happy to be learning about this part of his youth. "You were such a bad boy, weren't you? I could tell just by looking at you, you're trouble."
One of Ana's rules was to never judge people who were just trying to survive capitalism. Eating meat was made incredibly easy by capitalism, so it was hard to knock meat eaters. She grew up incredibly privileged, and she knew that. Her problem was with the system. That made laughing at Mickey's joke incredibly easy. She didn't need to give her lecture about how she would never preach veganism while capitalism was a thing. "You can totally bring wine, just make sure it's vegan so I can have a share." She teased.
"Wait, what?" Mickey paused, raising her eyebrow with her fork halfway to her mouth. She had to admit, vegan food wasn't her expertise by any means, so she hadn't really paid much attention to what was and wasn't vegan. "I was today years old when I learned that wine isn't vegan by default. What do they even put in there to make it not vegan?"
“Honestly? The horses aren’t that bad. With Beck around, you’re in good hands.” Adri leaned her elbows against the bar top, propping her chin in her hand. “I dunno, though, if it makes you feel any better my biggest fear was either stepping or falling into horse shit. I’m proud to say I didn’t do either.” She grinned, her features softening just slightly as Mickey spoke again. “When he first started out here, we kissed. And somehow after that, I got swept up into a relationship with someone who also kissed me right here in this bar. I don’t believe in coincidences or brujeria or any of that, but I do think it’s weird that I’ve been kissed in the same bar twice.” Adriana shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed she was even in this situation in the first place. She fixed Mickey with a long look,her usually unreadable exterior cracking. "The relationship with the other person didn't last very long, either. He was here and then in Antarctica, which.... I thought I wanted to make that work. But I don't settle. I never have." She'd learned the importance of not settling very young, when she was thirteen and advocating for her mother's well being as best as she could. And the last thing she'd wanted to do was string someone along--someone who was far away--when Javi was there. He was everywhere. Adriana took a deep breath and brushed her hands on her jeans, looking her friend in the eye. "I'm down bad for him, Mick. It's kinda gross, but it's also...like, it just feels right." Her hands ached with the need for something to do, so she scooped up a nearby towel and twisted it as she continued to speak. "You can ask whatever you want, and I'll try my best to answer. No pinky swears this time. Deal?"
"I'm sorry, I just don't trust animals where their eyes are on different sides of their head. If I can't look you in the eyes, you're shady as fuck, that's just a fact when it comes to animals," Mickey said with a shake of her head, shuddering again at the thought. It didn't matter that horses were domesticated enough to allow people to ride them, she just couldn't muster up enough trust to get on one.
She watched Adri talk about Javi with a small, simple smile on her face. She wasn't here to throw him under the bus or rat him out, not really, and she wasn't prying for information he didn't want her to know. She hadn't known they'd kissed, but she wasn't entirely surprised by it, either. It made sense, in some weird sort of way, that those two would be drawn to each other. "I have been kissed in the same bar so many more times than just twice, not weird at all," Mickey said with a shrug. "And that was before Aslan, for the record. It's not just that I'm dating a bar owner."
She could tell Adri meant her words, that she really was down bad for Javi, and she was glad to hear it. Worst case, they'd have some kind of fling and part ways amicably. Best case? They could actually be something special. "Well," she said as she pursed her lips together and considered her words carefully. "Javi is the most caring, supportive person I've ever met in my life. Truly, he's practically not actually human. So if it feels right, then I say lean in to it. He's the kind of guy you can trust not to play games or do stupid shit. I don't say that lightly, either. Javi's my best friend in the whole world, so I might be biased, but he's a good decision, every single time." She hadn't had to think twice about offering him a room in her house, and she'd choose to do it over and over and over if she faced the same decision again.
"I would love to have dinner at some point." Caroline said, as she put the money through the cash register. "And chatting to customers is part of the job, so don't worry." She added, with a smile. "My favorite part that doesn't involve actually playing music, actually." She added - she always loved talking to people. Even when she worked in a horrible supermarket.
"Really? I'd love that, just let me know what works best for you. I'll have Aslan text you my number, okay?" Mickey was genuinely glad Caroline was up for getting dinner. She knew Aslan and Caroline were friends, and it was nice to see that she'd be able to get to know the woman even better. Where she usually struggled to befriend women, Caroline had been quick to be supportive and understanding toward Mickey, and that went a long way. "Well, obviously the music has to be the best part," she teased with a wink. "Otherwise, you could do a million things to talk to people." Reaching for the guitar strings and her receipt, Mickey gave Caroline a wide smile as she took a few steps backward toward the door. "Thank you again for all your help, Caroline. I'm really looking forward to dinner."
Discarding his Coke in the bin, Javi followed Mickey out of the theater, immediately breathing in the cool, night air. “Oh, hands down– way better,” he agreed, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, “We need to make this a yearly tradition or something.” Little experiences like this were what he’d missed the most while he’d been away. Before prison, he’d taken nights like this for granted, but he’d never do that again, not with his new outlook on life and all the value he now found in the simple things. Pausing next to his cousin as she smoked, he lifted a brow, “What, that soccer is better?” He prompted, giving her a teasing grin as he waited for her to tell him what realization she’d actually come to. Javi’s jaw nearly dropped then, having never expected those words to come out of his cousin’s mouth. “Mick, holy shit!” His stunned, open mouthed look quickly lifted into a grin, “Look at you, defying all the odds. Have you told him?”
"Oh hell yeah, you're totally getting dragged here next year," she teased back, glad that Javi was able to truly be present for things like this again. While their relationship hadn't skipped a beat at all, it was hard at times not to be able to call him up and hang out when the urge struck. She'd always appreciated Javi's friendship on top of being related, and she wasn't about to let him forget it or doubt it for one second. When he teased her about soccer, Mickey poked her tongue out at him. She wasn't much of a sports fan in general, but soccer had never been her favorite. She liked going to games, of course, but she'd choose basketball over soccer any day. Not sure exactly what she expected, Mickey had to give it to him: Javi made her feel completely valid in her admission. Some people would've given her shit for taking this long, others would've laughed at her for even thinking about it at all. Not Javi, of course. "I know!" She shrugged, lifting her free hand to her cheek to feel the warmth spreading across it already. "I honestly wasn't even sure it was possible. No, no, I haven't told him yet. I don't know if we're ready for that just yet. He's never been in a relationship before, and my track record isn't the best, so I'm just sitting on it for now. Getting used to the idea, I guess."
🎃 closed starter / jin kang @jinxedvip
🎃 location: monster mash bash @ the whiskey barrel
🎃 date: october 25, 2025
Jin's spinning tonight was nothing short of amazing in Mickey's book. He was keeping everyone moving, and she knew that was always a very good sign. When he took a little bit of a break, Mickey just happened to have sent Aslan to the bar to grab drinks. Benny had, of course, wrangled him for what looked like a long enough conversation for her to sneak on over to Jin. She slipped between a werewolf and a scarecrow who were bobbing their heads along to the beat of the filler music he'd put on while he took a break. "You are killing it, Jin," she said as soon as she reached up to throw her arms around his neck. "I swear you get better every singly time I see you in action. It's like the bar was already up here, but now you're just lightyears above that! And look, Benny let you in on the team costume, that must be such an honor."
“Of course,” Azra snorted, opening her purse so that Mickey could see the rest of her stash. Glancing over at her, she lifted a brow, “Why not you? The Navy piss testing you left and right or are you just not a fan?” No judgment either way from Azra’s end, and she knew her twin felt the same way. They’d both been destined to smoke in some way, shape, or form, and they hadn’t disappointed. But both knew it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, or that there were circumstances preventing some people from indulging the way the two of them did.
“Yeah,” Azra sighed before clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “We were each other’s firsts– guess that kinda dies hard.” Still, though, she didn’t know what that meant. But what she did know was that Kit wasn’t one to settle down, and so she wasn’t going to delude herself into thinking she was any sort of exception to that. Chuckling at Mickey’s words, she shook her head, “Well, can you blame him?” She was joking, of course, but liked to think she gave the man quite a bit to be horny about. Following her gaze and spotting who she was waving at, Azra gave a little wave of her own, a crooked smile instantly tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I never believed the two of you for a second,” she clarified, turning her attention back to Mickey, “But this isn’t that. Kit and I…I don’t know, it’s complicated. We’re not commitment people,” she explained, or tried to, but it was the biggest lie she’d ever told herself or anyone else. Azra had been a commitment person once upon a time– hell, she’d been engaged– and while she swore it off now, she knew there was one person who could change her mind. But would he want to? “Anyway, why am I in the hot seat? Are you two planning your wedding yet?” Ah, deflection at it’s finest.
Mickey smiled as she looked down at Azra's stash, suddenly very grateful for her boyfriend's sister's ingenuity. "They aren't currently, but they could as early as tomorrow. Thankfully, shotgunning it keeps it from staying in your system as long, so if I do get tested tomorrow and end up failing, then I could get tested the next day and pass." She gave Azra a knowing smirk before shrugging and adding, "besides, it's actually somehow even hotter than actually smoking it myself." She knew Azra would probably get it, even if it was weird to think about her brother being part of it.
"It doesn't for everyone," Mickey said with a shrug, trying to steal a glance in Azra's direction without flat out staring at her, "I barely even remember my first time, or that guy's name." She knew it was probably different, of course, when you genuinely cared for the person and weren't just using some guy to get your first time out of the way. "Yeah, okay," she said with laugh, knowing Azra could probably hear her own bullshit just as well as Mickey could. "Complicated how, exactly? Is he a furry? Does he neigh like a horse when he gets off?" She knew neither was likely, but Mickey had learned that sometimes humor was a nice way to get someone to open up. "Don't even try to flip the script on me, woman. You're in the hot seat because I caught you making heart eyes at Kit McGrady's backside like he was Tom Cruise." Mickey saw the way Kit smiled at Azra, how quickly it changed from the one he'd given her to something more heartfelt. She didn't need to be any closer to the man to catch his wink and tip of his hat, either, clearing her throat before pretending to examine her cuticles. "You know you're allowed to admit that you like him, especially with me, right? It doesn't have to be some big, romantic gesture in a romcom. I'm the queen of not putting labels on shit until it's unavoidable, but even I can tell that you two are totally not just randomly hooking up from time to time. I promise not to tell your brother, if that helps." Whether or not she actually did tell Aslan would be a different story, but that was a problem for another time.
Mickey was glad Javi was around so that she could drag him along to the Halloween movies at Crescent Cinemas. After watching Halloween, she led the way out of the movie theater lobby before tossing the remainder of her small popcorn into the nearest trash can. Looking up, she noticed the sun had set while they were in the theater. "Okay, I'll just say it, seeing scary movies in the theater is ten times better than watching them at home." Mickey had been toying with the idea of bringing something up to Javi since Friday night at the game with Aslan, and she was looking forward to hopefully doing that tonight. Moving out of the walkway, Mickey pulled a cigarette from the pack in her pocket and lit it, taking a drag as she leaned against the brick wall. She knew Javi would be happy for her, and that was probably why she wanted him to be the first person she said it out loud to. "So, I realized something last week at the football game," she said casually. "Turns out, despite all the odds, it's actually possible. I went and fell in love."
