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Running Wild
Mikaela Ainsley
All was going well - or really, not well depending on your opinion - with getting this girl to share the good stuff with her. There was proper eye contact now, the girl was shaking (sort of) in excitement (not really) from Mikaela’s sudden intrusion upon her personal space, and then came the shocker.
“Go. Away.” Well that was hurtful, not to mention the abrupt removal of her arm. This had to be one of the saddest moments in Fourth of July history.
And then it got even sadder because she started trampling all over Mikaela’s Fourth of July dreams like an adult telling an innocent little kid that Santa wasn’t real.
“Everyone has their own Fourth of July traditions and mine involves a good bottle of bubbly.” By which she was not just specifically referring to champagne but really any and every type of alcohol out there.
If the goal was to make Mikaela back off and go away, well she was about to respond the way any kid when their Christmas dreams – or in this case, Fourth of July – got crushed. Big ol’ semi crocodile tears.
She was about to turn on the tap on those tears just like she’d seen her mother and sister do when they practiced for their scenes, when someone else appeared. Under the dim lighting and her mildly drunken daze, emerged a boy who quite frankly, she didn’t recognise, then again recognising people in situations like this was far from her strong suit. Especially when her brain was deprived of sufficient alcohol. But aww look he was in crutches, poor thing, and he wanted alcohol too, surely their little gatekeeper friend wasn’t going to be cruel enough to deny the poor sweet boy –
Well that was just mean. Not only had she just knocked out his crutch from under him – she hadn’t offered him any alcohol either. Which – how could you do that to a poor wounded child on the Fourth of July? That was practically a crime. Where were the police when you needed them to make arrests? Help the poor and innocent when they were being terrorised by evil like their awful alcohol gatekeeper who seemed determined to make them miserable.
Of course, while thinking all this, Mikaela didn’t move a muscle or offer any assistance to help the poor boy or pick up his crutch. She simply remained standing, somewhere behind the cooler box demon, eyeing the treasure she guarded. Helping him wasn’t her job, she wasn’t some healer or civil servant, and she had a busted leg too, minus the crutch, so… you couldn’t blame her for not offering any assistance.
Her job was to procure some bubbly to get her brain buzzing, end of story. Anyway, their new arrival said several good things, the last one especially, which gave Mikaela a most marvelous idea. If the gatekeeper wasn’t going to move and open the box for them, then they just needed to move her, so…
Mikaela closed the little distance that had been created between them when her hands got pushed away, and wrapped her arms around the unfriendly little Fourth of July Gremlin once again, only this time, under her arms and around her torso, and then she gave a tight squeeze and pulled hard and sudden to lift her. Or at least tried to. It was a movement that required great effort and, because their target was seated and they were standing on soft, uneven sand, put a lot of pressure on her knees and legs. Her bad, never the same again knees and legs, which well, obviously a terrible, terrible decision that just screamed disaster waiting to happen.
mood
HAND. OVER. THE BUBBLY. NOW.
location
Beach party
outfit
beach babe, the kinda outfit that would make big brother Kieran faint
HAND. OVER. THE BUBBLY. NOW.
location
Beach party
outfit
beach babe, the kinda outfit that would make big brother Kieran faint
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