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Post by mickey on Feb 26, 2013 16:44:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] "I'll save you Pauline," Mickey explained loudly as his hands furiously pounded away at the buttons of the arcade game. Donkey Kong was up to his shenanigans again, taking Jumpman's girlfriend and chunking barrels everywhere. Geesh, would this guy ever stop? Didn't seem like it. So it was up to Mickey to put him in his place and to get that girlie back. Then put her through some self-defense lessons so this shit wouldn't happen again.
It was late in the evening and the arcade was nearly emptied out, all of the little kids taken home and teens wandering off to other shenanigans. Closing time was close so Mickey was taking this opportunity to do some last-minute goofing off and play the games. Which he'd done all day anyways but whatever, it was a privilege he had as the owner of this time establishment. Besides Bailey was working with him today so he could afford to slack off. The young blunette always seemed to have his back.
Speaking of which. "Hey yo Bai," he yelled over his shoulder with a grin. "You best watch out, I'm going to wreck your score on here today. Teach you young one how it's really done," he said cockily and refocused on the old game screen. It was always a good day in his book if he could school someone, typically one of his employees, on the vintage arcade games. "Come watch and weep, kid." | ▼ |
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Post by skull0 on Feb 26, 2013 19:46:02 GMT -5
One sore foot crossed over the other while Bailey leaned against the service counter sorting through money from the register. Although Mickey was here today, daily tasks for the manager didn't dwindle while the owner chose hardly working over working hard. It would definitely be nice to have an extra pair of hands to sweep the arcade while Bailey counted the bills, but he really didn't mind since having become used to it.
"Bullshit." The boy said plainly, skidding over to check this shit out. He wasn't really pissed, just watching quietly and waiting for the blonde to fuck up. Prayed for it even. He'd held that score for the past few months and no one had beaten him yet, but now as the figures soared the bluenette felt a lump form in his throat. And then he was surpassed. "Aw, Hell!" He gave Mickey a friendly shove before stomping off to the back to get a broom.
It was fine. There wasn't a doubt in the kid's mind that Mickey would die sooner or later before him, so there was plenty of time to get his score back. "Come on, help me sweep so we can get outta here." Bailey started at the front, working toward the back intent on going over wherever he knew the latter would slack-off. "I'll throw you a congratulatory party back at my place. Congratulations, but fuck you sorta thing." He snickered, continuing the sweep.
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Post by mickey on Feb 26, 2013 20:21:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] As Bailey hurried over Mickey only gave a grin, peering out over the rims of his sunglasses at the other male a moment. Much of the redness of his eyes had gone away by now, his pre-work-shift high gone. He was now just riding off of the buzz from his handy dandy vodka-to-go and that was just fine by him. "I've got years more practice at this game then you do kid, it's only natural I'll be kicking your ass at it," he said playfully before turning his attention back fully to the game. Now, time to beat that high score.
The numbers grew and grew. And so did Mickey's grin. The moment he had exceeded the high score listing he gave a chuckle. "What son, what?" That's right, you can't beat Mickey boy. As he was shoved he snickered, pulling away from the game and letting poor Jumpman die. He beat the score, no need to sit and rub it in with an even larger number. Besides this way he left the possibility for Bailey to beat it again. So he could kick the boy's ass alllllll over again. Huehuehue.
Turning toward the other he struck a pose. "Babam! I am the ultimate gamer!" Or well, at least at arcade games. The only games he was good at on a home console were his Japanese RPGs. Heh. His victory was short lived though as the other told him to help sweep. Giving a small 'psh' he crossed his arms over his chest. "That's what I pay you for, boy." Nonetheless he grabbed the other broom and began to sweep from the opposite end.
"Eh? A party? Well fuck yeah so long as you're providing the drinks. Or the weed. Whichever man," he replied with a shameless grin. It was definitely no mystery to his employees that Mickey practically lived off of pot and alcohol. And was always down for partying with the others. He liked to think of himself as a fun boss because of that. A slacker yeah, but still fun. | ▼ |
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Post by skull0 on Feb 26, 2013 20:47:00 GMT -5
No matter how much they swept or how hard, Bailey knew the dirt on this floor was impossible to clean completely so his job was done not-so-thoroughly as he might make it seem. "I don't know who's available, but I could send a few texts..." Leaning against the propped broom, the bluenette swiped up his phone and started thumping away at the keys. Even if no one showed up, considering it was already almost 11pm on a weekday, he'd be fine with just Mickey. This guy was really the only person he'd met that could make a party with two.
"What kind of host would I be if I didn't?" He smirked, tucking his phone away and finishing the sweeping. The blonde was more open about his dirty habits, but employees learned that if it weren't for professionalism on the job Bailey would be just as bad. Perhaps not perpetually under the influence of something, but it was rare he'd turn down an offer of anything he knew he wouldn't kill him. And for someone with a egotistic God-complex as huge as Bailey, they didn't make things strong enough to off this immortal.
"Alright, stoner. Let's clock-out and head-out." Bailey saluted toward the backroom, handing off his broom for Mickey to put away while he finished up with the cash. "How do you get here, anyway?" They'd never had a reason to leave together before, so the manager was curious. "Surely New York wasn't dumb enough to give a drunk like you a driver's license." He grinned, rummaging through his wallet for the key to the door.
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Post by mickey on Feb 27, 2013 18:29:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Mickey really didn't mind if fifty people showed up or not a single one. He knew how to have fun in just about any situation. And besides, Bailey was chill enough to have some one on one bro time. So he merely shrugged as the other pulled his phone out and began to text, the blonde merely continuing to sweep along the floors. One day he would need to dedicate a day to full-on cleaning this place but he had little motivation. The next day it'd just be back to being messy from the rush of kids and teens coming in and out. So eh, whatever. The place wasn't disgusting but it wasn't sparkling clean either, that was fine. It was an arcade after all.
He returned the smirk at Bai's reply. Honestly though he'd probably bring some of his own stuff over too just incase they ran out of something. "You're so kind to me," he said teasingly and grabbed the dust pan to sweep some dirt up onto it. He was pretty happy how well he and the younger man got along, honestly. It was never hard for Mickey to become friends with people but it wasn't often that he 'clicked' with them. He felt like he clicked with Bailey in a sense. The blunette was a good bro in his book and continued to prove himself to be.
"Hey now," he began as he pushed back to his feet with broom and dustpan in one hand. He grabbed the one Bailey handed him with his free hand. "I think I'm more buzzed than high right now dude." He gave a grin before turning to the back room, dumping the contents of the pan in the trash and putting away the cleaning equipment. Grabbing his satchel he shut the door to the backroom and slung the accessory over his body. He was ready to get going.
Making his way over to the younger man he lightly punched him in the arm for the comment. Digging his wallet out of his pocket he whipped out his license to show it to Bailey with a grin. "Look and fear, homie. It's legit. Got it renewed just last year," he said cockily. Of course the man drove. How else was he supposed to get to anime conventions outside of the big apple? Pay hand over foot for plane tickets? Hell no! It was much cheaper for he and Nicki to just load up in the car and make a road trip out of it.
Wrapping an arm around Bailey's shoulders he led the way out of the arcade, stopping by the front doors so that they could lock up. "What about you kiddo? You got some wheels?" | ▼ |
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Post by skull0 on Feb 28, 2013 15:04:41 GMT -5
Mickey had always been someone that made his associate feel as though he didn't have to try so hard. Getting along with the blonde seemed to come naturally, like a basic instinct that read 'friend'. They had similar hobbies, similar habits and similar humors that connected them. Not to get too sappy, it was a bromance from the first day Bailey came in looking for work. Of course he was taken aback the kind of person they had running this place. Together, they were a pot and kettle that didn't mind the other being black.
"Ow." The weakling exhaled, though the ginger strike hadn't actually hurt him. Fingers curled the found key into his palm and squeezed upon noticing the official document had up for him. "Oh, wow. That's not even fake, is it?" Mickey answered that for him when adding he just got it renewed not very long ago. That was horrifying. "That's... great." A fumbling smile spread across his face. Hopefully the latter wasn't doing too much driving with that thing...
"My shag-wagon?" He joked, locking up as they walked out together. It was a rusty old bucket from the early 90's given him on his 16th birthday. Bailey had been meaning to get a new car, but he used it so rarely he didn't bother. "A friend of mine is using it... or selling it for parts, whichever." A soft chuckle left his parted lips.
Guiding Mickey out of the building after having taken the lead at the exit, the bluenette admitted: "If you wanna take your car, I'm not letting you drive." And although he looked like he may be kidding, Bailey was quite serious about getting in a vehicle with this madman.
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Post by mickey on Mar 14, 2013 11:38:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Mickey gave a snort as the other referred to his own vehicle as a shag-wagon. He shoved his hands into his pockets as they left the arcade front and headed for the doors. He supposed it made sense the other would have an older car. Most kids his age didn't have fancy little vehicles unless their daddies bought it for them. And in that care, the kid damn sure wouldn't be working at his arcade them. He had a pretty decent car himself, picking up a Dodge Calibur some years ago with the money left over from his gang days. It was pretty comfortable and it got the job done. Though it probably needed to be washed and the inside cleaned out. There were still comics and figure boxes and cosplay costume bits scattered in it from the last convention he and Keke went to.
"Ah I see. Guess you gettin' around on public transportation then," he commented idly and dug his water bottle out of his bag to take a swig. The sting of the vodka going down was welcomed, causing a lazy and pleased smile to stretch along his face. "Hell, you could have always hollared at me to give you a ride or something. We work enough shifts at the same time I wouldn't have minded."
His steps came to a pause at the next remark and he pouted. Not letting his drive? It was his car though. And he was a perfectly safe driver when when he was buzzed! "You're cruel kid, you're cruel," he said in a pouty voice before fishing out his keys and tossing them toward Bailey. "But whatever, drive if you want. Means I can just relax in the passenger seat the whole way home." Giving a small chuckle he picked up his steps again, shouldering his way out of the mall doors and toward the parking lot. | ▼ |
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Post by skull0 on Mar 15, 2013 20:04:03 GMT -5
Bailey nodded. "Or I just walk." God, that water bottle stunk. Investigative eyes narrowed upon the realization it was actually alcohol. Wonderful, and this guy thought the collegian would let him drive. So the bluenette wasn't the most reliable person in the world, but at least he had some sense of responsibility. Hues rolled. "I actually like walking--if it's not too far." He admitted, grinning when he slapped down the keys instead of catching them. Oops. The young man craned forward, tucked shirt tugging to fit his reach. "Right, and get more wasted." Like he was one to say a thing when the whole reason they were leaving together now was to go smoke up at his apartment. "You're a bad boy, Mickey." He smirked, passing to the driver's side once they found the car.
Nice little thing, handled well all the way. Unlike his boss, but what could he expect from the frivolous man? At least he could make Bailey laugh. Genuinely laugh, too. Not the fake smiles and chuckles he gave everyone else, giggling along because he needed these people he didn't even know to fall in love with him. It took the bluenette a second to find somewhere to park, another reason why he preferred to just walk around. There was no where to park in this city! He didn't have much to say to Mickey until they got to his apartment, which was pretty much a disaster. And Bailey compelled to tell the same thing he told everyone, "Sorry. My roommate's supposed to clean, but... he's probably off--" Off what, Bailey? Getting his b-hole d'ed up and down?
The kid cringed, kicking aside a lump of what he guessed was fresh laundry unable to be taken just a few more feet to the fucking bedroom. "Are you gonna show up to work tomorrow?" A plastic bag was dug from the mess on the coffee table, the small amount of green inside winking at the guest. He wasn't showing it off by bobbing the baggy, it'd somehow become a habit of his to make sure everything was toward the bottom when he popped the seal like a supple virgin's cherry. The aroma immediately overtook the space around them. "My dealer's a cool guy. He's never ripped me off--then again, I'm pretty sure he wants to get in my pants." Bailey smirked. He said that about everyone, no matter if they treated him poorly. "How do you wa--..." Where was his bong?
Head twisted around in search of the missing creature no where to be seen. "Ah, well. I must've moved my stuff back to my room." He chuckled, sitting up off the sofa with a hand held out to the blonde to take if he would follow him. Why? He didn't know. Probably another habitual thing.
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