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He met her glare with a smirk, completely unfazed by the whole situation. Mickey was never one to get flustered or take time to second guess his actions. He didn't have time for another witty yet obnoxious comment, finding that Jessi was about to slap him, her hand raised in preparation. He had been hit many times before for various reasons, so quickly braced himself for the impact. It never came, though, at least not how he'd expected.

Her lips crashed into his, angry and rough. Mickey didn't skip a beat, quickly matching her pace and answering with just as much ferocity. It was a battle for dominance, and he intended to win. Her hand on his neck had pulled him closer but not quite close enough for his liking, placing his elegant hands on her hips and pulling her against him. 

He deepened the kiss slightly, quickly wanting more. He was insatiable in his ways, borderline animalistic when he got his hands on someone. Involving his tongue didn't at all slow him down though, his movements feverish and hungry. He wasn't going to be the one to pull away, enjoying himself far too much although he was still completely expecting a fist to the face.

Mickey grumbled to himself slightly as the pink cabin came into view. His cabin, his home. But why did it have to be so damn ugly? He sighed, combat boots clunking upon the porch as he went to unlock the door to his princess house. The door was already unlocked, however. This didn't bother him much, assuming that one of his half-siblings had already returned. Half-siblings. He'd never get used to that idea, nor the idea that he actually had a mom. Not that she seemed to care for him in the least. 

He pushed open the door, ready to kick off his jeans and settle down in his bunk. To his surprise, though, the frilly cabin was void of any children of Aphrodite. Just a daughter of Hermes, a cabin counselor to be exact, and considering she was the only person there he could only conclude she wasn't invited. Not that he would expect anything less from a child of Hermes. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, leaning against the door as it shut behind him. He supposed she could just teleport out if she wanted, but then she would have already done so. She wanted to get caught.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess in saying you're stealing shit," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

The beach was empty, something that wasn't much of a surprise to Mickey. It was going on mid-December and many of the campers had returned to school. Besides, even if all the campers were there it wasn't like they'd want to spend time on the beach. It was a bit cold, something that didn't much bother the boy. He flourished in it, even, having spent many winters as a child skinny-dipping in the lake for the hell of it. He wasn't skinny-dipping now, though. Instead he sat at the shore, just out of reach of the waves, a cigarette in hand. He should've kicked the habit, but hell if he cared.

The cold wind blew off the ocean and the smell of salt was almost sickening. He'd never had never quite gotten used to the ocean, despite having lived at it's edge for around two years. Anyone who saw him would probably write him off as crazy considering how poorly dressed he was for the weather. He was shirtless, something not at all uncommon for him, wearing only black skinny jeans and his somewhat trademark combat boots. He didn't really seem to fit into the whole frilly pink aura of the Aphrodite cabin, perhaps better fit with those in Hades or Ares.

His pale skin glistened in the December sun, the tattoos that littered his arms and torso seeming even more prominent. He loved every one of them, as they all had a story. Mickey loved showing them off as well, hence why he was rarely seen wearing a shirt. A bit of it was also his cockiness. He knew he had a good body, though not as muscular as some of the other boys. He was fit, tight even, and hell if he was going to keep it all to himself.
He let out a small sigh and raised the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag. He didn't seem to fit in anywhere, not in the mortal world nor with his fellow demigods. He'd never let anyone know that though, not that there was anyone to tell. Some of the other demigods could tell when he was off, something that irritated him to no end. His private feelings were private for a reason, thank you very much.

The crunching of sand behind him caught his attention and he lazily looked over his shoulder, cigarette still dangling carelessly from his mouth. Jessica Burke. The beginnings of a smirk crept onto his face as his blue eyes looked her up and down. Not that he needed to check her out. He'd already seen every inch of her, even if it was a year ago. She had been vulnerable and drunk, something that Mickey wasn't ashamed in the least to take advantage of.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said, the usual tease in his voice. 

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