*Finders Keepers*

~ Ledges ~

^^ your outfit ^^

CW: violence

Arriving back at your apartment, decide to eat some leftover sushi from last night thankful you bought one imitation crab roll. While you snack you start to get prepared for the night thankful you don't have to do your hair since they did it for you after cutting your hair. Pulling out your makeup you do a simple red smokey eye with a matte dark red lipstick. You put on a simple silver necklace with a small sword charm attached and several rings on your fingers. You start to dress yourself with the clothes that Mikey had provided you. After finally figuring out the body harness after 20 minutes of struggling. "Mikey you stubborn ass. You're lucky that you're my boss or I'd beat the shit out of you for making me wear this contraption."

You walk to your duffel bag and slide a blade into the each side of your boots and a gun against your hip in a hidden holster. Looking at the time and realized how fast the time had passed. On your way out the door you double check that you have your phone and keys doing the mental macarena. Once you've accounted for everything you need you walk out your door and head towards Mikey's office.

You give the door two solid knocks before hearing the door opening revealing Mikey in his usual casual clothing. "You tell me to dress correctly while you get to wear a baggy shirt, baggy pants and sandals?!" He gives you a no shit Sherlock look. "Well Y/n I am the boss here..." You want to say something but nothing comes to mind as you sit there like a fish gasping on land. "Yeah.. sounds fair enough..." Mikey's eyes slowly take you in. "You cut your hair... and got a tattoo.. When are you getting the Bonten symbol?" His cold unfeeling eyes burrow into your flesh.

"I-I was thinking you'd want to be there when it gets done. I'm ready whenever you wish for it to be done.." Mikey nods and shoves his hands into his pockets as he walks ahead of you. "Okay, we'll figure out a time to get it done.. we aren't taking your car by the way. We're taking the black Vulcan.." you give him an extremely confused expression. "Uh... isn't that something from Star Trek?..."

Mikey stops walking, shoulders shaking trying not to laugh from your reasonable but oddly hilarious question. "Y/n. It's an Aston Martin. Shut up and walk please..." You rub your neck feeling slightly embarrassed. "Right... lead the way boss..." Walking towards the car all you can let out is a low whistle as Mikey unlocks the doors and tosses you the keys.

You start up the car enjoying the roaring of the engine as you grip the steering wheel. "Y/n not crazy driving just get us there safely in one piece please." You pout and nod knowing he's right. Now isn't the time to play around, it's an important night. "Understood Mikey. I'll get us there properly."

As you pull in you see waves of half dressed women and men dressed up most in overcompensating styles. Somewhere in your mind you are relieved that you're dressed well and relatively covered up. "You know I should thank you for this outfit Mikey... I'm glad I don't look like a rainbow threw up on me and I can bend over without my coochie flashing the world." You hear Mikey quietly chuckle. "I'm glad you like the outfit.."

Pulling up to the entrance you put the car into park and step out to flashing camera lights and loud voices. All you offer them is a cold glare as you walk to Mikey's door to let him out. As you open the door and step aside is get slightly quiet as everyone is confused on who he was and why he looked borderline homeless. Leaning in slightly you whisper, "I can only imagine what they would look like if they knew how much your clothes actually cost..." Mikey doesn't react to your comment and walks in with a blank and emotionless face.