golden wings melt like blue slushies // JJ Maybank

-Life's alright in Devil Town, Yeah, right, no one's gonna catch us now-

"Do you reckon this would match my green pants? You know, the cargo ones?"

"Oh totally, but you should probably get like, a belt with them so you don't look like someone from the army." Mitchy said, looking up from the chunky boots he was scrutinizing to where Icarus was holding up a brown leather jacket three sizes too big for her.

"Mkay, maybe a black one," She hummed, throwing the jacket over her shoulder and wheeling herself over to the belt rack. She paused through, her eyes catching on another jumper squashed in the back of the rack she had gone through. It was a thick dark blue hoodie, and once she checked the price tag, she slung it over her shoulder as well, leaving the coat hanger on the rack.

"Y'know if you stopped dressing like a frog on a log, then you could really pull some good shit off," Mitchy called to her, holding up a purple mini skirt with white daisies on it. Icarus wrinkled her nose at it, shaking her head.

"I'll dress as mossy as I'd like if it means I don't have to wear purple," She answered, "It's not my colour. Makes me look like a homophobic hot Cheeto girl with a jock boyfriend. I'll stick with amphibians."

"But you already have a jock boyfriend," Mitchy teased, patting her head condescendingly and moving to the change rooms to try on the cropped top covered in little peacock feather designs.

"He quit the football team last year."

"Yeah, yeah, but if someone had golden retriever energy, it makes them a jock, it's just the lore of aesthetics. You should know this by now."

"Yeah, and I also know I shouldn't follow my friends to random places on the island because their still in denial, yet the cops showed for some unknown reason." Icarus huffed, then threw her hands up in exasperation. "John B should never be left alone, I swear to god, that kid is gonna end up in jail!"

"That would be your golden retriever boyfriend," Mitchy sighed, stepping out of the changing room back in his normal clothes. Icarus wheeled herself to the counter with her two jackets and the black belt she found on sale for fifty percent off.

"Don't bring him into this-"

"No, he's waving at you from outside."

Icarus whipped around, eyes widening when she spotted the van parked outside the thrift shop on Kingston Av. The shop was next to a smoothie bar, the one with good blueberry and mint drinks. "What-"

JJ was hanging out the window with a pair of sunglasses on that definitely weren't his own and a slushie in his hand. He waved, and tried to mouth something through the glass in between them, it went a bit like 'salmon deodorant'.

"Pull up in your fast car, whistling my name," she hummed. 

Icarus rolled her eyes, and turned back to the counter where she pulled the cash out of her back pocket and tried to hide the smile on her face. The old lady behind the counter names Martha, who Icarus saw on a regular basis as they both helped to feed Mitchy's thrift shopping addiction.

The woman smiled down at her, passing over the sixty cents of change. She winked once, confusing Icarus entirely until, "you keep that boy out of jail, won't you honey?"

"...Right."

Icarus sipped her red slushie, knowing her mouth would be stained the same colour as the frozen ice. She felt the paper straw start to soften and soon it would be too soaked to act like a straw. She turned around in her seat, glaring at JJ, who had been kicked to the back seat, where he was rolling a joint.