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"Traitor," Michaela muttered the second the wad of sticky notes landed in Charlotte's lap and no, she was
"Oh, please! Me obsessed with you?" She had to ask incredulously, turning her attention back to the Arnault. "You, ma'am, couldn't be more in love with me if you tried. Why else are you so pressed that I have a big ol' target sign on my back, all for you?" She couldn't help but press teasingly, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at the insinuation towards Charlotte having some sort of possessive thrill at being able to say Michaela was her target. Which was honestly wishful thinking on Mickey's part, but she was nowhere near going to verbalize that thought. She was not drunk, high or indisposed enough to ever utter those words. "'Sides, before you have your wicked way with me, I need to get my hands on my guy. Let me get him and then I'm all yours, baby." Mickey hadn't really plotted the how in her getting Jax, simply because banana pudding had been a very distracting item and a very vital part of her food group, which meant all attention (excitement towards "taming" Charlotte aside) had to be given to eating every last morsel. Now that the girls were thinking of their targets - with Charlotte dangerously close enough to just tag Mickey now if she really wanted - she couldn't help but think about what she was going to do.
A few moments later, when the joint was in Charlotte's grasp, Mickey turned her head to Natalya and grinned. "More importantly, where've you been all summer, Nat? I barely even saw you," she stated before gesturing towards Charlotte while saying, "This one stays in my back pocket, but I barely got to your pretty face, Tats."