Jack Daniel’sMickey and orange juiceIan mix better than I would have imagined.
‘fuck you is how my face is, you piece of shit,’ was his reply before he threw his phone across the room, tears stinging his eyes.
|| right. see you at work? || Mickey deserved that, he knew he did. Knowing that didn’t make him feel any better though. He wished he’d just let Ian leave for work that morning like he was supposed to. He wished his dad had been gone all week like he was supposed to. Then they wouldn’t be in this shit hole of a situation.