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kevinballl · 21 days ago

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Kev let the offer sink in, wondering if he’d misheard her. Surely, she wasn’t serious. Oh, but she was. That was South Side for you. “Are you even hearin’ yourself right now? Get the fuck outta here, Milkovich, before my lady comes back and drags you out. There ain’t no Picassos anywhere in this bar anyway, me included.”

“Hey!” Mandy was an intelligent girl, but when it came to the arts, she wasn’t a huge fan. She expressed herself through her appearance and demeanour, she didn’t need to put paintbrush to paper, discretely showing her soul to the world. “If you do this art project for me, I’ll go down on you.”

#dead #october 2018.#chat: mandy milkovich.#location: alexandria.#location: the alibi.

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kevinballl · 3 months ago

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Kev was mid pour, and mid argument with Wade, when a familiar teenager demanded their attention. The silence that followed the announcement was palpable, and feeling the confusion in the room, Kev finally cleared his throat, breaking the silence. As someone with a connection to the aforementioned ‘orange-headed motherfucker’, and as the owner of the bar, it only felt right.

“Ooookay. No need to break one of my tables over that, man.” But noticing Mickey’s expression, Kevin realised the kid had been expecting a far bigger reaction. And that made him sad. Clearly, this had been a big deal for him. With a sigh, he gestured for him to sit, dismissing the tension as everyone returned to their conversations. “Alright, c’mon, Mickey, take a seat, okay? Right there next to you is the biggest ‘mo’ in town, so you got nothin’ to worry about,” he continued, gesturing toward Wade, who enthusiastically nodded. “Let me buy you a beer.” Pouring it before Mickey had even accepted, he nodded toward the door Ian had exited through earleir. “Was this what you two were fightin’ about?”

Mickey was unsure why a change in location had put such a strain on his relationship, but Ian hadn’t stopped pressuring him to be open and honest about his sexuality since they’d arrived. For three weeks they’d gone around in circles, having the same argument time and time again. Mickey didn’t care who was he was lying to, he’d done it back home, and he’d happily continue doing so. He was free with Ian, he didn’t understand why Ian cared so much that people knew his truth. After bickering yet again in the Alibi, Ian had stormed away and threatened to end the relationship, leaving Mickey standing up in the centre of the bar alone. Noticing eyes on him, he glanced around with his eyebrows raised, trying to mask his own anxiety. It seemed like prime opportunity to give Ian exactly what he wanted; and if he didn’t do it now, he never would. “Alright!” He slammed on the table, catching the attention of anyone he hadn’t already. “I jus’ want everyone here to know, I’m fuckin’ gay! Big ole’ mo. — I hope this makes that orange-headed mother fucker very happy.”

#iconic !#january 2018.#chat: mickey milkovich.#location: the alibi.#location: alexandria.

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kevinballl · 4 months ago

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The woman’s outburst turned a lot of heads, including Kev's, who was in the middle of pouring a beer. However, he was fortunately well-trained for these scenarios, and whilst Fiona certainly wasn’t the Gallagher everyone back at the South Side had always been hunting down, and he was immediately curious as to what this about, he was also an expert at deflection, making sure not to look in Fi’s direction like some other idiots already had. “Woah, woah,” he piped up, continuing to fill the glass, seemingly unbothered. “We don’t use language like that in this bar. There’s probably children in here. — Fiona who?”

Tara hadn’t wanted to fall back into her old habits. She’d come to Alexandria to better herself, to better her knowledge of medicine, and to help the rebels. But fate had gone against her, reuniting her with Jax, rekindling their toxic co-dependency. As she’d cared for his son, she’d been reminded on what it felt like to be around him, the passion and heavy emotion it often inspired. So despite her initial plans, and despite herself, Tara had fallen back in with him as though nothing had changed. She was reminded of that far sooner than she’d expected, or hoped. Tara was well aware of the signs, the reminders of Jax’s disloyalty. Eventually she’d pulled the truth from him, and been given a name. It reinstated a jealousy and anger Tara hadn’t felt in years, one which caused her to act before she thought, one which drove her to The Alibi moments after she’d found out. Although they hadn’t officially spoken about their relationship status, Tara and Jax belonged to eachother. They always had. Anyone who threatened that was certain to face the repercussions. She burst through the wooden doors, eyes scanning around the bar, ignoring the alarmed glances that came her way. “Where is that slut Fiona?!”