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Post by oh minki on Dec 22, 2011 23:34:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 830 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED MIKA NOTES IS THIS COOL FOR YOU? The morning was less than pleasant, and Minki’s day had just barely begun. The harsh taste of beer hadn’t seemed to want to leave his mouth, no matter how many times he brushed his teeth. His head ached like a bitch and his eyes stung so bad that not even blinking a million times per minute helped. His heart beat soundly in his ears. His hearing was heightened and too loud. He heard more things than he wanted to hear.
Everything was too loud. He heard bits and conversations from people on their way to work, rushing to get there on time. He hadn’t wanted to either. Obviously. He would have gone around with his hands over his ears if he thought that would help and thought that no one would think he was insane (he’d gotten through that phase, mostly). But still, everything was so damn loud: the people on the street as he waited for a taxi outside of her place, in the restaurant as he arrived late for work (his younger brother’s stare was even too loud), and the people in the market (where he’d been sent as soon as he had gotten to The Palace). Though nothing was quite as loud as the guy that made him get pissed (in not just the angry way) in the first place. The words stuck with him last night, and was one of the only things he remembered when he woke up.
He was an old classmate. Not a friend then, and most certainly not a friend now. Although he’d acted like it the previous night when he wrapped his arm around the ex-music star and made, under false pretenses, comments and criticisms that he should have at least tried to think through in his only slightly drunken state. In his mind, perhaps, it was okay because it’d been a few years since the big “Mickey” fuss. That stupid jerk. He’d quickly left Minki seething and at a loss for words. His emotions nearly went off the rail. It hadn’t been that long. Too soon to forget.
What exactly happened next, Minki hadn’t known. Just that he had gone down to a bar, had more than a few drinks, and somehow ended up in bed with his little “Japanese” girl. Once woken, he’d quickly scribbled her a note, and got the hell out of there. It wasn’t like it was some romantic thing. There weren’t going to be roses awaiting her in the morning, or even one of those breakfast in bed scenarios. To Minki, it was just a casual thing. He’d only met her three or four other times prior, maybe more or maybe less. He didn’t really know. She was cute and adored him though. It was all in his favor. He just really didn’t want to spend one of his most killer hangover mornings talking to her though, and just fled the scene.
He’d left his wallet behind, too.
Obviously. So obviously. Because if he had a hangover, made his brother get all uptight because it was going to be a busy day and he was late (Minki really didn’t care, but still he owed his dongsaeng), and had walked all the way (yes, because he just wanted to torture himself) to the store to run a small errand, then yes, something else would go wrong too. Like not having the money to pay for anything because he freaking left his wallet at Mika’s house. It had to go wrong.
As Minki walked back into The Palace, he vowed to probably take a car next time, even if it was only a few blocks away. The twenty-six year old was about to slink his way behind the bar to make another cup of coffee (because the last two cups that he had didn’t do shit) in avoidance of the younger Oh. But as his luck would have it today, just as he made one move, Jungkyu immediately spotted him and flagged him down.
“A girl asked for you,” he stated quickly and pointed to the front of the room. There really wasn’t a single surprised look on his face, in fact, it was more like a sneer, “now who is it?” look. The younger Oh didn’t leave a second for him to respond, and just sped off to the kitchen.
If Minki had had the chance to say something he would have, but seeing as he’d said something about a girl, Minki was interested at least. He stole a peek before walking over there; Jungkyu could have been fooling him for all he knew. But there she was. She being Mika, five-foot-something or other, skinny as anything, and looking oh-so-cute. As he walked over to her, he hardly bothered to mask how awful he felt. He only half smirked, and slid his arm around her slim waist.
“Hey baby, miss me already?” He asked, slowly. Hopefully she had his wallet, then maybe, his day would improve. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by hamaski mika on Dec 24, 2011 4:33:10 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
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[/div] Mika had met up with Minki at her bar she had been working there for quiet sometime and well Minki was able to drink for free if she came in. Any way the seemed to have gotten a bit drunk than usually, but that was not such a big deal, she love drinking and working at a club seemed like the best thing in the world to her. But like always when she woke up she turned around and saw no Minki he had already ran out of the room.
She wasn't really sure if it was because he had work or if it was just he didn't like stay around her room. She looked up at the clock and then saw there was a note, Mika moved and grabbed it she read it and then pulled the covers over her head. There was really no reason for her to wake up now. She worked on nights so she could sleep all day if she wanted to. Minki was gone it wasn’t like she needed to do anything for him. He left her house he would probably not call her until night time or until he wanted to hook up with her again.
Three hours must have gone by because when she woke up she looked over at the clocked and decided that she would get up. She pulled her blankets and sheets off the bed even her pillow cases were pulled off her bed. She moved and threw them into the washer machine turning it on. She always washed her sheets after Minki had left her house. For the reason well she didn’t like sleeping in a bed that she had just slept in with a guy. And well she had no clue where Minki had come from.
She moved back into her bed room and then picked up a note she moved and throw it into the trash. She really didn’t bother to read it she just figured that it was Minki giving a reason to why he left early. Mika moved and jumped into the shower there was no reason for her to worry about it. Being in the shower was such a good thing it felt so good and it was a great way for her to wake up much quicker. Though she didn’t really drink that much, since she was a bartender Mika needed to make sure that she was able to do her job.
After getting out of the shower and moved into her bed room and sat down on her bed. She looked down and picked something up. Mika opened it and then noticed that it was Minki wallet she closed it and then place it on her bed well she figured there was a reason for her to go see him. She moved and went to get dressed. And checked her phone she had no clue what she would do for the day.
But she knew that she was going to work tonight and then before that she would be able to see Minki. Once she was dressed she made her way over the washer and put all the stuff in the dry. She moved into the kitchen and small herself a drink as she went to go do her hair. Mika mother always told her the best way to get over a hangover was to have a drink. And well it did work, it wasn’t like Mika was going to have ten of them no she would just have one and be all set for the day.
Getting ready really did not take her that long she wasn’t the girly girl she was more of the tom boy so she never took that long to get ready. It just wasn’t her kind of thing to do. She figured that Minki would need his wallet for work or even to just get home. So she would have to go and give it to him. Once she was ready she moved and grabbed her backed and picked up his wallet. The bed stuff was dried so before she left she made her bed.
There was a small tiny bit of her that just wanted to go back to bed, and have Minki have to come back to her room to get his wallet but she figured that it would have been rude for her to do such a thing. So she moved out of her apartment and walked outside. She could have token her car but walking wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Plus it would really help her safe money on gas. Where Minki work was not the far either. It was such a nice day or maybe she would get a bite to eat after too.
Mika didn’t really know much about Minki for the fact that they were only hooking up but she kind of felt like he was more of a boyfriend to her. She needed to know, Mika was never good when it came to the guessing game it was either boyfriend and girl friend or fuck buddies. She wanted to ask him but she never knew when it was the right time to do it. As she was in deep though she moved into the shop that he worked at and stood out in front as she waited for him.
She smiled brightly as she felt Minki arm around her waist and giggled as she moved and pulled out his wallet. She didn’t hand it to him though “I figured you would need your wallet since you ran out of my apartment so quickly. Almost like there was a race or fire” she said looking up at him. He looked like crap there was no lie to that. Maybe she wouldn’t give him so many drinks anymore. That way he would have such a bad hangover. “You shouldn’t have left so quickly I could have made you a drink that would make you feel less hung over” she said smiling at him. She was really good when it came to making drinks. OUTFIT: HERE! WORD COUNT: 1,015 NOTES: NONE [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by oh minki on Jan 7, 2012 0:35:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 770 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED MIKA NOTES ^^ Mika was good when it came to making drinks. In fact, she was really good.
Minki had found that out a few months ago when he’d first tasted one of her drinks. He didn’t know which one it was, because he really didn’t care. He’d been on a streak of trying new things. Obviously, because even if the club’s name was a prideful name (or whatever, it wasn’t as good as The Palace, still), it wasn’t a place Minki would usually go to. The music played there wasn’t his style, which usually meant that the ladies there weren’t his flavor either.
At the time Minki hadn’t been looking for love, so the women hadn’t mattered. If he had been, he would have done in it a place with more class, like a dinner party or something. But Minnie also didn’t like those and wasn’t ever going to be looking for love (not in the next forty years, at least) even if his mother completely disagreed and would, no doubt, die disappointed in him. Is it bad to say that he didn’t care? Because he didn’t; he was going to be a forever playa. Smashing girl’s hearts with barely a blink of his eyes. Like how he dealt with shots. After a few, the bitter aftertaste blended and blurred into the next until it was dismissed without much of a second thought.
Minki had only had one true love in his life. The beginning years were the best years for the couple. They had just been getting to know each other. Next, everything was just perfect. They fit each other like a glove. A well-worn glove. Then the fabric of the glove started ripping, and the heartbreak had set in for the two of them. The fighting started and never stopped, the alcohol abuse (on Minki’s part) began. Now, to this day, music haunts the late-twenty year old man like the bad ex-girlfriend that she is.
No person could actually come close to that sort of relationship. It was a bad romance, a romance that still had Minki trapped to this very day. Maybe that’s why he didn’t stick around too long with girls or didn’t even bother to remember half of their names. He was too busy living in his own despair and turmoil to even care. Love was all tasteless to him. Lust was the next best thing. And in order to get to lust, Minki needed alcohol.
A lot of it.
When entering clubs, the bar was the first place he would go. Not the dance floor and not to a booth to scope out beauties (when really they weren’t even true beauties because they had inches thick layers of make-up caked onto their faces). He headed straight to the bar for a drink, asking for the best. If they were good, he would stay and get drunk. Have a happy time, because with alcohol everything was sweeter and more enjoyable. He just wouldn’t care about anything; he’d be tolerant. If Minki didn’t like the drinks, then he’d easily leave and go search for entertainment elsewhere.
Mika’s were great, though. The best. The first night he’d gone to X-Clusive and met her, Minki hugged the bar the whole night. The glasses stayed in his hand like the near-too-small rings clung to his fingers. He wasn’t sure if he talked more than usual or less than usual, but after the night turned more into early morning, Minki had been sure that his bartender had taken a liking to him. She was easy to talk to when he was pumped with alcohol. Being sober was a bit of a different story.
“Shit,” he said glancing at his wallet. When she made no move to return it to him he looked back up and said, “Late. And I’m never late.” Now he was making excuses? What he really was thinking was, “Where were you twenty minutes ago when I needed you?” “Maybe next time though, lunch too.” and a quick afternoon…
A smile, somewhat more natural, eased itself across his features. “I’d probably feel a little better anyway. Now that you’re here, especially.” And a little twinkle in his eyes. “Maybe you should just start working here. Coffee or something in the morning, tend the bar at night, and then in the morning again make my hangovers pleasant. You wouldn’t even have to do anything, just be there.” Cheesy. It was all playful of course. Minnie wouldn’t be serious about something like that. It was too much like commitment. Minki wasn’t a commitment person; he was more of a pants undo-er. these dry bones cry for you |
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