I Turned Into A Martian

[Brackie]

"Your friend's right, Marco. I mean if you're friends, I dunno. Suppose I should know everyone here, but fuck."

Mikki didn't see her night ending with having to safeguard two idiots and making sure they were presentable, but these things happened, even at what was probably going to be Mikki's best party in this ditch of a city. Marcos and Bennys didn't just stay where they came from, they'd follow her everywhere, so she had to know how to make sure they didn't drill out a piece of their brain, or once again if they were going to do so, they did it not on party property.

"It might work on clothes to, so yeah. Also, I hate to run, but someone's on the fucking roof apparently, so you two make sure to hose yourselves off once you're done. I'd let you inside but if you slip and fall and break your neck and shit, that's bad. 'Kay? Kay. "

Mikki began to round the corner to head to the backyard, where she didn't know whether she'd find someone on the roof or not, but before she passed through to the next area, she turned on her heels and headed.

"Oh, and, uh, Marco. I meant what I said before, I'll talk to Ariana."

She nodded at nothing in particular before turning around, but she felt another compulsion coming on so she turned back around again to add one more thing.

"Oh, and, uh, if you tell people this was the best party you've ever been to, and, like, I hear you've been saying that...I might see if I can get her to apologise to your face, how about that?"

Not really waiting for an answer, Mikki went to see a woman about a roof.

((Mikki Swift continued elsewhere))