Post by Mickie Valance on Jan 8, 2010 2:41:09 GMT -5
Mickie had been working like a dog at the Teller-Morrow Auto Mechanic Shop, so Clay had given her the day off. Well, he'd more or less forced her to take the day off, telling her that if she even tried to step foot inside the garage and pick up a tool, he'd break both her hands. So needless to say, Mickie had done as he'd said, and now she was sitting outside the coffee shop in town, her laptop open on the black wrought iron table in front of her as she sipped on her coffee.
Mickie sighed as she refreshed the email page, a look of disappointment falling on her features as she saw that she had no new messages. She was so bored and would have rather had on a pair of well worn jeans and a Teller-Morrow work shirt and be under the hood of a car instead of what she had on now - a pair of jeans that hugged her just right in just the right places and a baby blue tee that had a low cut neckline that showed off just enough cleavage to entice but not make anyone think that she was a slut or anything. The ensemble was topped off with a pair of black, heeled boots with silver buckles on the sides, and a silver rope chain necklace around her neck from which a USMC ring hung from.
Leaning back in the wrought iron chair that matched the table, Mickie crossed her left leg over her right, sipping her coffee as she took her eyes from the screen of her laptop and let them watch the people and traffic as they passed by. Yeah sure, she'd needed some peace and quiet, but this.......hell, this was just too much peace and quiet for her.
Mickie sighed as she refreshed the email page, a look of disappointment falling on her features as she saw that she had no new messages. She was so bored and would have rather had on a pair of well worn jeans and a Teller-Morrow work shirt and be under the hood of a car instead of what she had on now - a pair of jeans that hugged her just right in just the right places and a baby blue tee that had a low cut neckline that showed off just enough cleavage to entice but not make anyone think that she was a slut or anything. The ensemble was topped off with a pair of black, heeled boots with silver buckles on the sides, and a silver rope chain necklace around her neck from which a USMC ring hung from.
Leaning back in the wrought iron chair that matched the table, Mickie crossed her left leg over her right, sipping her coffee as she took her eyes from the screen of her laptop and let them watch the people and traffic as they passed by. Yeah sure, she'd needed some peace and quiet, but this.......hell, this was just too much peace and quiet for her.
