[a lawn chair on a rooftop, wayfarers, and one of those reflectors for tanning. oh and don't forget the small cooler filled with beer. it may not be summer, but that's not going to stop mick from getting a relaxing day in from the top of the bar. he's trying to catch a few well needed zzzzs. of course, every time he manages to drift off, he sees something in the air in his peripheral vision.
there's only one thing that he can think of that it might be. a sigh and he shouts.]
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there's only one thing that he can think of that it might be. a sigh and he shouts.]
Skirt! Get your ass down. You're ruining my tan.