TW: blood; character death
It was about to snow. Ian could tell by the way the clouds were forming. He smiled as he could see some snow fall down.
"Yo, Ian!" Lip called and Ian walked away from the window.
He decided to go see Lip at the party Lip's house was giving. It was fun, lights and colors everywhere. Good music, food, and the drinks.
"Here you go ladies, a shot for me, you, her and her, and my brother." Lip said as he handed the last shot to Ian.
All the girls around him cheered and slammed their drinks. Ian drank his and laughed. He had beads around his neck, and so did Lip. He was having fun, a great time. It was nice to blow some steam off from studying and working.
"Another round ladies?" Lip asked and all the girls nodded and cheered.
Before Ian could answer his phone rang. He frowned and dug his phone out, he singled to Lip and Lip nodded, then continued talking to the college girls. Ian looked down at his phone and didn't recognize the number. He figured maybe it was one of his other sibling borrowing a phone or something. He slide the answer button and covered one of his ears so he could hear.
"Hey, who is this?" He answered, he could hear shuffling and hard breathing noises.
"Mickey." The voice said quickly.
Ian froze and looked back at Lip, what the fuck? Mickey hasn't called him since they broke up. That's when Ian came back from Monica and smashed Mickeys heart into a million pieces, all in his front yard. Soon after that, Mickey took off and was never heard from again. Ian got his thoughts back together and moved to a corner.
"Hey, hi, what's up?" He asked and he could tell something was off.
"Where are you?" Mickey asked over the phone, it sounding like he was moving around.
"I'm at a party with Lip." Ian said and Mickey moved around on the phone again.
"Don't tell him it's me okay, tell him it's someone else." Mickey said and now Ian definitely knew something was wrong.
"Why? What happened? Are you okay?" He asked and he could feel the panic start in his body.
"I left New York and I'm back in Chicago, in some serious shit right now." Mickey responded and Ian raised his eyebrows.
New York?
"What's going on?" Ian asked and he could hear Mickey sniffle.
"I'm at some hotel downtown and I didn't know who else to call, but I can't get into the details on the phone." Mickey said and Ian listened.
"Can you come here?" Mickey asked and Ian looked back at Lip, Lip was drinking straight from the bottle.
"Now? Which hotel?" He asked and he could hear Mickey exhaled in relief.
"Downtown uh, Melloney Street, The Carlsband, room 214, try to avoid talking to the front desk if you can help it." Mickey said and Ian took a mental note.
"Just uh, hurry please." Mickey said and Ian called his name, not to loud, hoping Lip didn't hear him.
It was too late, Mickey had hung up. Ian closed his eyes and looked at his blank screen phone. He thumbed his lip and put his phone back in his pocket. He saw Lip and the girls still talking. He cleared his throat and walked over.
"Yo." Ian called and Lip nodded, offering him another shot.
Ian waved his hand and Lip frowned.
