--Time Skip- Still Mickey's POV:
So far the party has been going great, it was fun. Juice and I were currently watching Happy and Cara argue with each other. ((We are outside sitting on a picnic table; Happy and Cara on one side, Juice and I on the other)) when all of a sudden some whore walks up to Juice and sits on his lap, trying to look 'inncocent' with her eyes wide and puffing out her chest. "Did someone call for desperate? Wow, they deliver fast." I hear Cara say, making me burst out laughing, her just smirking trying not to laugh. The croweater looks at her and glares before getting off Juice and walking over to Happy sitting on his lap, looking over at Cara. "You should really go away. We wouldn't want the boys catching diseases from you, now would we? Then again, they wouldn't even touch you." She says pouting out her lips before smiling and tracing her finger along Happy's chest. Happy just smirks at the whore. Right when Cara was about to respond, Half-sack comes out with beers handing them out to our table. "Kip?!?!?!" Cara smiles widely jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. She basically drowns his face in kisses before she jumps off him. "Cara?!? What are you doing here?" He smiles and laughs to her. "Yeah, hi, I'm still here and I'd like to know what's going on..?" I trail off, interrupting. Juice and Happy look confused whereas, Ima(which I found her name to be) looked agitated and jealous, now that I look closer Happy looks a bit agitated as well. Does he not like 'Kip'? And I thought he was called Half-sack..? The world may never know. "Cara and I met each other on tour back in the force. The last time I saw her was when I got my but blown off." He says chuckling. "She was pretty banged up too; Was in a coma for a while, don't know how long, 'cause I was able to leave about a week after the bombing." He says shrugging still smiling at her. Happy glares at the two, before getting interrupted by Ima. "Aren't you supposed to be getting us a beer, prospect?" Putting emphasis on 'prospect'. "That is it you can fuck with me all you want, whore around for all I care, but do not, ever fuck with my family." Cara tenses as she makes her way to Ima, pulling her up by her shirt and throwing her to the concrete floor. "You want to act like a fucking cunt to a brother of mine? Someone needs to show you how to give respect. That 'prospect' over there would take a bullet for any one of us here, no matter what they did to him. He has more balls than you ever will." She spits out venomously, starting to bang her head against the concrete; 1 bam, 2 bam, 3 bam, 4 bam, 5 bam. She was only able to push her head forward 5 times before she was pulled off by Happy and I ran to her trying to calm her down before she did any other damage, Kip in tow. After she was calm, she looked over at Ima and laughed, falling to the floor clutching her stomach. Ima was knocked out cold on the floor, her face was unreconizable; bruised, swollen, and bloody; she was breathing from her mouth, only shallow breaths making her look like a fish out of water. Cara got her good. I'm proud, I smile at her letting her know I'm not mad at her for causing a scene. Kip chuckles, shaking his head at her. "You obviously haven't changed." She grins, "Of course not." It's silent for a minute before we look at each other and burst out laughing once again, falling to the floor.
