#c; reece

[themickey]

closed starter @starrrling when: directly after the talent show where: the hall outside the spare room

mickey watched in horror as reece stepped up again, fear running through her as to what she could possibly do. was one shot enough to send her over the edge after months of not drinking? guilt swirled in her gut as she watched. she should have stopped her, she should have pulled the cup from her hands and not hidden it from the others. yet why didn't she? why didn't she stop her best friend from falling off the wagon? why did she help her and cover for her?

her mouth fell open as reece started to speak, telling the real story of the last time she had seen richard. none of them knew, how could they? it's not like reece had told any of them before this moment. yet still, there was more guilt bubbling because she didn't know. finally mrs. tristian stepped up and dismissed them all, breaking the silent spell that reece had put them under with her confession.

mickey jumped up from her seat as reece started to leave and caught her out in the hall, her hand going to reece's wrist to stop her. she need to stop her before she inevitably ended up in the wine cellar and throwing her seven months of sobriety down the drain with even more liquor. "reece," she said, the single word coming out as if a beg. "reece, please talk to me."

[themickey]

closed starter @starrrling when: the talent show, as frankie is going

mickey was so grateful to be done with her turn at the talent show, it seemed to go over decently, at least more entertaining than if she stood up and did some math equation or something. taking her seat next to reece as frankie stepped up to take her turn, mickey pushed back sweaty bangs off her forehead. it's been years since she had fenced, but it was still as exhilarating as it was as a teen though a bit tiring now as an adult. she watched as frankie pressed play on christmas music and started setting up 16 tea cups, her head cocking as she tried to figure out what she was doing. it was when she pulled out a bottle that it started to dawn on her. she counted the cups again and despite herself, she glanced next to her to reece. did frankie really intend for them all to take shots in richard's memory? she couldn't focus on frankie's kind words for richard because all she could think about was how she had just poured a ticking time bomb for their sober sister.

[themickey]

closed starter for @starrrling when: september 6th, idk like 10am where: wherever reece is doing the music for the greenhouse

when angus told them the plans for the day, mickey was less than pleased. run around the grounds doing a scavenger hunt? hell yeah. tell her to clean the library or something? sure, she may get distracted but she'll do it. but clean up the greenhouse? ugh, mickey did not want to do that. she never had a green thumb and wasn't particularly strong to help do a bunch of lifting to clear out the space. usually, she would be the first to jump up and be helpful but she wasn't really feeling it today. instead, she was trying to find any excuse to put off helping without flat out hiding in her room. though, she did spend some time in there, digging through her drawers looking for something. which was why she was walking over to reece with a bounce in her step and a thick cd binder in her hands. "look what i found," she announces before shoving the binder out for reece to see. "it's all my old burned cds from when we were teenagers. there are so many good relics in here."

[themickey]

closed starter @starrrling when: middle of the night after ghosty time where: reece's room

tonight had been...interesting to say the least. by the time mickey made her way back up to her room for the night, the alcohol was starting to leave her system but in turn it brought back all of the emotions from the day. she laid on her bed, staring up at the old glow in the dark stars on her ceiling that have somehow survived the years, the glow pretty much gone now but they were a welcome reminder of simpler times. she thought about richard and the funeral, about the eulogies everyone did. some obviously suck in her mind more than others. she wondered how much she missed growing up for some of them to have such different views about the man who raised them for half their lives. was richard not the man she thought he was?

she hated thinking about it and almost wished she had snuck a bottle of something up to her room when they all decided to call it a night. rolling over on her bed, she stared at the wall for a second before finally getting up and heads out of her room, a pack of cigarettes in her hand as an offering before she goes next door to knock on reece's door. "hey, are you still awake?" she asks quietly to the wood, hoping that she would open up.

[themickey]

closed starter @starrrling where: reece's room when: ummm lets say late friday night after mickey gets to the house

the drive home wasn't bad, she's done it probably a hundred times in the past four years since she moved back to canada. but the drive home was cathartic. she didn't even turn the radio on for it, she just sat in her feelings in silence as she made the two hours drive back to woodrow. there was a lot on her mind between jessica and richard and the drive was a good time to just let her thoughts go wherever they wanted with little distractions. that being said, by the time she pulled up to the house around 9pm, she was pretty drained. she wondered who beat her home, the only car she saw was alison's mercedes but that didn't really give her a good idea for the ones who could have come via taxi or carpooling.

the first thing she wanted to do was drop off her heavy, packed too tight suitcase to her old room and then she would maybe check out who else has made it already. she figured there couldn't be that many already since so many of the others moved so far away. her room was the same as always, she visited so much that there was no reason for anything to change in the few short months between each visit. she was starting to dig through her suitcase, making sure to hang up her suit, the one piece of clothing that was actually nice and should be treated with respect, when she hears a sound coming from the other side of the wall. reece, she must have come with alison since the last she heard, her dear friend was living in the city. leaving her room, she goes the few feet between their doors and knocks before pushing open the door. "look what the cat dragged in," she joked as a greeting.