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you either have heart palpitations or gay thoughts
“no, no, no,” mickey slurs, leaning over the bar to make himself clearer to the bartender. “i wanted a whiskey on the rocks, not neat.” he lets out a long sigh. “god, just cause you’re sexy doesn’t give you the right to get a guy’s order wrong.”
when another man came and sat down next to him and ordered, mickey nearly shouted at the bartender: “get this one right, and i’ll pay for the handsome gentleman.”
sebrcssi:
“i’m great at tempting, that’s just the beginning,” he joked, downing his glass quickly once it was placed in front of him. Sebastian placed his card down to order another, hoping to get close to the level of the man next to him. “I’m Sebastian, you?”
“whew, where’d your drink go?” mickey says with a giggle. and with that, he drains the last of his drink and starts crunching on the ice. “mickey. nice to meet you, sebastian.” mickey slides onto the chair next to the other man, leaning in close and murmuring suggestively, “now, sebastian, you didn’t plan on going home alone tonight, did you? i wouldn’t want to burst your bubble.”
sebrcssi:
sebastian would be lying if he said he wasn’t amused with what was transpiring in front of him. “i appreciate that,” he said, offering up a smile. “maybe we can have a drink together, then go home? i’d hate to see you leap at that gorgeous man and ruin that face,” he joked.
an easy smile replaces his previous frown. “that sounds tempting,” he hums, biting his bottom lip as he meets the other’s gaze. their eye contact is then broken by the bartender placing the correct drink in front of mickey. “finally,” he moans, taking a long drink from the glass before placing it back down on the counter. “what’s your name, handsome?”
Sebastion had grown bored of the quiet Monday evening he had planned for himself and decided to head out for a drink or two. He had finished all his work due for the next day early and figured a treat was in store. Seb popped a couple pills before heading down to the pub close to campus. Once there, he planted himself firmly in one of the seats and order a whiskey ginger.
“no, no, no,” mickey slurs, leaning over the bar to make himself clearer to the bartender. “i wanted a whiskey on the rocks, not neat.” he lets out a long sigh. “god, just cause you’re sexy doesn’t give you the right to get a guy’s order wrong.”
when another man came and sat down next to him and ordered a whiskey ginger, mickey nearly shouted at the bartender: “get this one right, and i’ll pay for the handsome gentleman.”
‘‘Until proven otherwise your idea isn’t worth more than Smith’s, let’s keep this whole competition fun and casual fellas.’‘ It was his own way to tell Mickey to go easy on the fertile mind of the other student. Some weren’t as academically gifted as others. ‘’I haven’t heard about yours yet, Mr Jones. Care to humor me?’’ Smith excused himself and left almost immediately, but it had a lot to do with his friends yelling at him from the other side of the hallway than Mickey’s comment on his potential business.
mickey shrugs simply at the professor’s statement. he met the gaze of the older man, head tilted slightly and arms crossed ready to defend himself at any time. “anything for you, teach,” he says in a feigned, sickly-sweet voice.
the boy reopens his bag, pulls out a folder and approaches the man’s desk. “my idea for a micro-enterprise is an app designed to help students in middle and high school with learning disabilities. it allows you to scan a textbook page, or a powerpoint slide, or page of notes, into the app to highlight and have words read aloud. it also includes a set timer for people with short attention spans, which include scheduling in 10 minute breaks instead of working non-stop. and much more, but those are just two things i’ve come up with so far.”
‘‘Mr. Smith, I told you to come up with a viable micro-enterprise. The sex doll idea wasn’t a terrible one but we all know I can’t grade you according to the three dolls your four employees will hypothetically manage to create in a year… If you don’t want to fail my class you better come up with something else,’‘ he repeated to one of his students who stopped him, on his way to the main cafeteria.
mickey snickers from his desk, where he’s currently focusing on packing up his things (or appearing to be doing so). after all, he didn’t want to get in trouble any time soon, as he already had a few strikes against him. “geez,” he murmurs, soft yet still audible so the student could him him. “that’s the best you could come up with, smith? sex dolls?” he lets out a dry laugh. “and not even successfully.” mickey rolls his eyes and zips up his bag.
hello babies, r here!!! so excited the rp is finally open!! here are my intros for nathan and mickey – pls feel free to im me anytime to plot xx
“ the new students keep confusing mickey jones with that guy ezra miller, it’s so hilarious. oh, you don’t know mickey? he’s that communications student who’s always hanging around the computer lab. it must have been really tough for him to be initiated into the inverted eye, i heard they haze their initiates in the wildest ways. they’re all pretty close, the inverted eye are the only ones who know he enjoys dressing (and hopes to perform) in drag. ” (r, est)