Seriously? [ mickey's just coming from a shift in the engine deck, thin, white tank top and tied off jumpsuit smudged with charcoal and dust, smoke clinging to him all over. ] Can't even go on a fucking cruise without stumbling over some zoned out crackhead, Jesus Christ.
[ he's muttering, sighing out as he crouches down to grab at the man's ankles and start to drag him down the hall. these places are narrow and this douchebag's a tripping hazard, okay? just gonna find somewhere out of the way to dump him. ]
ghost ship, 2x12
[ he's muttering, sighing out as he crouches down to grab at the man's ankles and start to drag him down the hall. these places are narrow and this douchebag's a tripping hazard, okay? just gonna find somewhere out of the way to dump him. ]