This Boy Is On... : Mickey and OPEN
It was 2 o'clock. Mickey wasn't drunk. Not yet. But he was getting there.
He was dressed as a skeleton. Rather, he was dressed in a skintight nylon suit, entirely black, that hugged his body perfectly. There were a lot of people who couldn't pull this off. Mickey wasn't one of them. Besides, when it came to Mickey in his current mindset, there were a lot of people who could pull things off him. His shorts, for one.
But right now, Mickey wasn't there yet. There where white bones on his suit, white bones that glowed in the lights, almost feriously. He didn't wear a mask, but Lilie had made his face white and his lips and eye sockets entirely black. Mickey looked quite terrifying, especially if you were afraid of mimes.
There was a bottle of vodka in his hand. It was half empty. Mickey closed his eyes, took a swig and followed the music.