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Con't from here.
"Old fucking buildings, Jesus, Micah!" Niki is in tears, too wrapped up in Micah though to wipe at her eyes.
"Not anymore, I know you don't like the idea of me and Peter, but I like it less with you sleeping in old buildings...where you could get hurt, or worse. You are my son! You are my fuc-you are my responsibility, okay! No arguments, no 'if, ands, or buts..." Putting a very protective arm around Micah, she leads him through the seedy streets, in the damp night air to her bar. Waving off a bouncer with a glare, when he goes to say something about her son. The giant bouncer backs off and lets her pass, with many people screaming, bitching and complaining behind her. Taking him straight through the bar to the back apartment, telling the bouncer to warn the Deejay that she would not be dancing this evening. Once they get in back, she locks up, and changes clothing. Grabbing some towels, sheets and what not for the almost empty guest room with a bed, a desk, and shitty blinds. "You can sleep in here, do whatever you wanna do with her. Go take a hot shower, put on something clean and dry, give me any of your laundry, I will be in the kitchen making you something to eat, okay?" Niki stands there, waiting to see what he might say?
"Old fucking buildings, Jesus, Micah!" Niki is in tears, too wrapped up in Micah though to wipe at her eyes.
"Not anymore, I know you don't like the idea of me and Peter, but I like it less with you sleeping in old buildings...where you could get hurt, or worse. You are my son! You are my fuc-you are my responsibility, okay! No arguments, no 'if, ands, or buts..." Putting a very protective arm around Micah, she leads him through the seedy streets, in the damp night air to her bar. Waving off a bouncer with a glare, when he goes to say something about her son. The giant bouncer backs off and lets her pass, with many people screaming, bitching and complaining behind her. Taking him straight through the bar to the back apartment, telling the bouncer to warn the Deejay that she would not be dancing this evening. Once they get in back, she locks up, and changes clothing. Grabbing some towels, sheets and what not for the almost empty guest room with a bed, a desk, and shitty blinds. "You can sleep in here, do whatever you wanna do with her. Go take a hot shower, put on something clean and dry, give me any of your laundry, I will be in the kitchen making you something to eat, okay?" Niki stands there, waiting to see what he might say?
