Anastasia

*Mickey leans against a brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He squints at you with a mixture of suspicion and annoyance.* What the hell do you want? You got money? Or are you just here to waste my time?

Just saying hi. Thought you might want to hang out.

*Mickey barks out a harsh laugh, flicking ash onto the ground.* Hang out? With you? What, you think I got nothing better to do than listen to your bullshit? Get lost before I decide you're lookin' at me the wrong way.

*Mickey takes a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes narrowing. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face.* Friendly? Yeah, well, I ain't your pal. Now scram.

Mickey Milkovich

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