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
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.
Rating: T I guess idk I’m new to this and usually read mostly smut
Micah was drunk.
He spent the last two hours in a camping chair in front of the trailer with some whiskey and a pack of cheap cigarettes. Kieran thought he was just sulking, but it turned out the man spent the time contemplating his feelings towards the other male. Eventually ending up drinking when he wasn't able to make sense of himself or his feelings. Yet, he can't continue repressing them any longer. He's sick of it. Sick of feeling this way towards another man but equally sick of not allowing himself to feel this way. His father wouldn't want a faggot for a son, that was clear. Although the old man was long dead, Micah couldn't shake off what was deeply engrained into him from a young age. So he dealt with it the only way he knew how to: by getting drunk.
The blonde man let out a long drawn sigh when he finished the bottle. It wasn't as much as he'd liked it to be, the whiskey was opened a while ago and he had quite the tolerance. Still, it was enough to make him tipsy and fuel him with drunk curiosity and courage. He scoffed at the absurdity of the situation. He was Micah fucking Bell! He got into more fights than he could count. He has beaten people to unconsciousness for duck's sake! And here he is, afraid of his own feelings and thoughts. Ridiculous. Maybe, if he indulged his urges, they will go away. Maybe he'll realise that he was wrong about this all along if he tried... Might as well give it a shot, since ignoring it hasn't worked at all.
Micah rose up from his chair and opened the door of the trailer. He must've used a little too much force when opening the door as Kieran flinched on the couch.
Suddenly all his courage was gone when he saw the smaller man sit in front of him and look at him. So Micah just went up to Kieran and sat next to him on the couch, not sure what to do or say now.
"So... Whatcha watchin'?"
"... Are you okay?"
"Yeah!"
"You can talk to me if any thing's up you know? I've been enduring you this long, so there's not much that can scare me away." With that Kieran turned to face the blonde and give his most comforting smile. When Micah saw that smile he couldn't help but blush a bit. He didn't exactly have a lot of self control as is and in this drunken state he was practically an open book to anyone. A thousand thoughts flashed through his slow mind in this moment. The most prominent one was to just kiss Kieran. If not now, when then?
"Ah, to hell with it!"
This was all Kieran heard before Micah grabbed him by the collar and dragged him closer. Close enough that their lips touched and suddenly the taste of whiskey and cigarettes filled the younger man's mouth.
Kieran felt like he'd die this instant He couldn't believe what was happening. This can't be real, it must be a dream. One of those silly dreams he sometimes had about the man he lived and worked with. Yet this felt awfully real for a dream and for one moment the sound of the TV burst into Kieran's mind. No, this was real. Micah was really kissing him.
All these thoughts had Kieran frozen for several seconds. Before he could react to the kiss Micah pulled away. "Shit, I'm sorry... didn't mean to -" Kieran had grabbed Micah's shirt and pulled him back again before the blonde could find any excuses.
The younger man was leading this second kiss and after a few seconds Micah relaxed and leaned into it. Suddenly the blonde man seemed to have found his courage again and opened his mouth to lick over Kieran's lips, wordlessly asking him to open his mouth. And so he did. The other man's tongue immediately found its way into Kieran's mouth, only intensifying the experience.
It was not like Micah tasted good, drunk as he was and having smoked almost half a pack of cigarettes the hours before. If anything the man tasted... bitter and rough, almost nauseatingly so but weirdly intoxicating at the same time.
A large hand grabbed Kieran's brown hair and pulled the two apart again. For one moment time seemed to stand still as the two men looked into each other's eyes, softly breathing with their mouths still slightly opened and glistening with saliva. There was even a slight blush to be found on both their cheeks.
Micah stared distantly at Kieran for a moment, needing time to process what just happened, before his glimpse turned to the side. Seemingly avoiding further eye contact with the man he just kissed thoroughly. "I... ugh... fuck." Was all the blonde got out before he got off the couch quickly and stormed out of the trailer door. Grabbing the half empty pack of cigarettes on the table outside he made his way to the motorcycle.
Inside Kieran sat confused, looking at the door his friend just vanished through. It was still open, slightly swinging in the wind of the coming storm. He was a little amused by the older man's reaction, yet he knew the man needed time to process what has happened. So it was no surprise when Kieran heard the roaring of the bike outside within seconds and the same sound slowly fading away a moment later.
He got up with a sigh and walked towards the door. It was raining outside by now. The brunette just stood there, looking outside and into the rain. For some reason he just couldn't close that door just now...
Micah had stopped the bike behind the parking lot of a long abandoned and broken building. He didn't move for a while, just sitting there, drops of rain running over his face.
"Shit... shit, shit, shit, SHIT!
Why did you have to do that, you goddamn idiot? It didn't help a thing and you knew it wouldn't! Fuck!"
Taking a long breath he looked over at the abandoned building. It was dark and broken, but there was still a spot to take cover under from the rain...
