#micah threads

[thestormsxmelodies]

starter for @pmanxiety Location: Zachary's Residence

"Zach?" Micah called out for his brother as he entered his brother's place after knocking on the door. Micah had gotten some take out, he always grabbed take out after long hours at the office. It was his own little tradition. He had been so busy lately that he had not seem his brother but he did text the male. "Where are you? I have takeout and it is your favorite," he added as he closed the door behind and walked deep into the house placing the food down on the nearest object.

[axtowrites]

He gives a quick grin as the drink is slid across the bar, lights of the club catching the glint of rings on his fingers as Micah slams it back before turning back towards the crowd - smirking as he spots a familiar figure. It’s second nature to weave through the people between him and his new target, slipping through gaps with grace. “Fancy seeing you here” He called out, when he had gotten close enough to the other to be heard. “And here I was thinking I wasn’t going to see you in the club tonight.” Dominic is one of the regulars at the club - one of the regulars amongst his crowd, as well, which means he’s earned Micahs genuine goodwill, and the smile on his face, for once, isn’t false. // @cruelboy

[axtolatry]

Open to: f/m/nb Plot: Micah works as a house sub at a kink/sex club, available for demonstrations as well as one off scenes with visitors Connection: another employee, visitor to the club, boss He’d been spending most of his shift on his knees, so far, at the feet of a very pretty domme who’d wanted some company, but she’d left, so Micah was once more wandering the floor of the club, floating in and out of conversations and flirtations. He was in his element here, happy to be surrounded by people, and it was one of the reasons that Micah liked his job so much, as unconventional as it was. He was in the middle of a conversation at the bar when the bartender got his attention, motioning that someone had asked for him in another area of the club. With only a brief goodbye, the brunette was slipping through the crowd again, carrying himself towards the corner that had been indicated, wondering who it was that had asked for him this time. 

[rosesandhxney]

“You’re just going to tell me that you’re leaving because you aren’t good enough for me? That’s a fucking b u l l s h i t excuse, and you know it. If you’re gonna leave, tell me why you’re really doing it.” She hadn’t worked this hard to let her walls down only for someone to board them back up for her. 

[thestormsxmelodies]

starter for @ofwildxhearts (Michael) Location: O’Malley’s Pub

Micah had spoke to Michael a few times at the bar and he had seem the other. They were not really strangers at all and he liked talking to the male. They were handsome and seem fun. The lawyer also felt that the male was also a mystery too and he loved mysteries. "I was wondering when I would see that handsome face of yours again," he spoke as he walked toward the bar and leaned against it, so very close to the other. A smile and grin on his face. "How about I buy you a drink tonight and keep flirting with you. I have days worth of flirting with you to catch up on," he teased with a grin of his face as his hand moved slowly and move a hair out of the other face. "Maybe I can come a little bit closer to figure you out," he winked.

[axtowrites]

Micah glares into the depths of the bag he’s brought, an uncharacteristic look to be found on the brunette face. He has searched through his bag four times in the last five minutes, resulting in the area around him looking like a miniature hurricane has blown through it, the surrounding surfaces within arms reach all pressed into service to hold the contents of the bag he had dumped out, which now sat empty in front of him. A noise from behind him made him turn, and Micah suddenly straightened as he caught sight of one of the other dancers. “Alistair! Thank god. Please tell me you have some sort of body glitter I can use, I left mine at home and it’s essential to my set tonight.” // @horrorgamed​

[axtowrites]

“You look like a man who could use a drink.” Micah prided himself on being able to work the crowd, to tell what was going on around him - and who would be receptive to his own particular brand of socializing. His brand, which happened to be less socializing and more flirting until he either got what he wanted - or told to fuck off. Alcohol - and choosing the men that looked like they wanted a drink - made the second far less likely, and so here was Micah, leaning against the bar with a smirk, offering a glass to the man next to him. // @tennesseex

[axtowrites]

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