Who: Mickey & Open What: Hardly working When: Thursday Morning Where: Walmart Warnings: Language - he will use profanity. Liberally.
Snoozeville USA wasn't as squeaky clean as it had first appeared on the surface, there were drugs and weapons like anywhere else, some petty crime and some higher end shit (not that he knew much about higher end) but it would take a while to get into business for himself so to speak.
Those welcome committee people were almost as bad as his old PO checking in and shit. Fake concern with the meh and the bleh. Suggesting that he might want to look for a job. Never mind that a Milkovich could live off his wits and a grand for a good long while, at least this one could - Iggy and Colin shared half a brain cell and would probably struggle.
Aside from a few months barely working at the Kash & Grab he'd never had a real job, but that hadn't seemed to matter to the guy at Walmart and he'd talked (or intimidated) his way into a warehouse/stock boy job that he didn't want but he figured would make shoplifting easier. And get the Welcome Committee skank off his ass.
That was why he was currently stocking paper goods at o'dark thirty in the morning wearing the ubiquitous blue vest over a sleeveless shirt (that he'd absolutely stolen from this very store), being about as helpful when people asked for things as you might expect a Milkovich to be.