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Elise had been working at Old Army for around six months, and she could confidently say, aside from working with her best friend Martin, it was probably the most boring six months of her life. She woke up every morning at the same time, went to work just to be verbally abused by middle aged women and spend hours stocking shelves, then go home and make dinner for her and her cat and go to bed. Martin at least made her day tolerable, although he worked the register most days. The store never had consistent workers outside of those two, new employees coming in every month, only to leave after realizing how shit the job was. Especially the security workers. The managers could never pick the right person, always someone who could never catch even the slowest of criminals , and eventually Elise got accustomed to just running after the thieves herself.
So, when Mickey Milkovich was brought in one day, a short an angry looking man in the pink pastel uniform, she assumed he would be just as trash as the others. But she was pleasantly surprised. Mickey never failed to catch even the quickest of criminals, usually berating them afterwards about their shit taste in clothing. So far, Elise liked Mickey. He did his job, he never bothered her or Martin, and spent most of his free time either off with someone else, or with his eyes glued to his phone, usually typing quickly at his keypad. But another thing she liked about him, was how good looking he was. He may have been constantly scowling (except for those brief moment she saw him when he was on his phone) and he seemed generally rude, the black hair and blue eyes combination was a nice one. (please get that reference.)
Martin seemed to agree with her, and was constantly teasing her about her small crush. Except she didn't have a crush. Did she? No, that would be stupid. Right? Eventually, after three weeks of not saying anything to Mickey, not even a hello when she came in, Martin suggested that he came over after work and the two look up his social media to find anything about him. Elise caved after little convincing, and found herself that night with her cat in her lap and her best friend next to her, looking up some guy she had never even spoken to.
"Instagram first, yes? Should be an easy one," Martin said as he typed in the name 'Mickey Milkovich' into the search bar. The top account said 'Mickeymilk' so they assumed that was the one. The profile pic was a zoomed in pic of a man (no face) holding his knuckles up. He had tats across them that said 'fuck u-up' with if Elise remembered correctly, were the same as Mickeys.
The bio said ‘Fuck you, Fuck you, and especially Fuck you’ which really seemed like something he would say. There was only a handful of photos, the oldest one being a picture of a younger Mickey and a girl who looked very similar to him. When Elise clicked on the photo, the caption stated ‘Mandy made me do it’ and tagged an account called ‘Mandym’. Sister maybe? The next oldest picture was much more recent, maybe a few months old, which had Mickey, and three other guys in the pic. The caption read ‘Fresh out of the block’ and had all three guys tagged. The accounts were ‘Whiteboycarl’, ‘Maybeitslip’, and ‘Iancgal’. The last picture was even more recent, and it was just of the redhead from the previous picture. The man was smiling at the camera and looked very relaxed. The caption said ‘Little shit smiling cause he takes all the blankets’ and had him tagged.
“Well this tells us nothing,” Elise said. “What do you mean? He’s clearly dating the redhead,” Martin turned to her, looking flabbergasted. Mickey? Gay? No. Seeing her confused look, Martin continued on, “let’s at least look at his account.” He clicked on the tagged account, and found a fairly popular account with a couple thousand followers and a solid amount of posts. He mostly posted pictures of his siblings and him, but a couple were of him and Mickey. The most recent post, however, was of just Mickey, looking happier than the two had ever seen him. The caption simply read ‘he said yes’ with three hearts. Well shit. “So he is gay,” was all she said. The next day, Elise was surprised to see Mickey being dropped off at the store by the redhead guy, and saw Mickey lean in to kiss the guy. Ian was his name. Well damn, Mickey looked really happy. ‘Shit,’ Elise thought, ‘Mickey’s really more than just a short, angry felon.’