Night life~

Chapter 28~ I'm sorry

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That night, Mikey and Az had walked over a couple of miles until they made it to Mikey's club. Both were quiet, even after they have made their way in from the back of the club to take a bottle from the bar. Mikey was in bad shape and he did bleed all the way to the club. 

Az had taken notice and could smell his blood which was a hint deeper than Valeria's, it was annoying but he couldn't blame him. After taking so many spins and getting scratched by the metal of the car along with the glasses was enough to fuck with anyone's mind and body. He was impressed that he even made it this far and just limping from the irritated cups. Once the both of them had gotten up to the office, Az unlocked and opened the door for Mikey to limp his way in before shutting the door and flicking on the lights. 

"fuck this hurts.." Mikey spoke out as he made his way over to the desk. Settling the bottle down on the desk and sitting down in his chair. He reached into the lower drawer to grab his medical kit. "Good thing I never needed to use this..." He spoke out as he opened and started to take out some of the items he needed.

"Told ya 'should of gone with 'em" Az stated as he walked over to grab the same bottle and opened it with one twist of his hand motion before taking a large swig. He settles the bottle down near Mikey before stepping away. Reaching into his pocket, he took out his phone to message Jakob. "~How is she?~". 

"No, I'm fine. I've taken care of my own bullet wound last time. This is nothing, just hurts from irritation." Mikey spoke out before reaching for the bottle to take a swig of his own. With the bottle down, he began to patch himself up until there were no more cuts to cover. Leaning himself back against the chair, he heard Az's phone going off a few times. "So.. what's her result" He spoke out softly as he waited.

"They got her arm back in place, she yelled and passed out again. Asked for me but told'em to not worry about me. 'Should be there.. 'M not in my right mind" Az spoke out as he kept his eyes on his phone. Skimming through the photos of them together, even some he took at the rink showing a huge smile on her face when she skated. 

With both of them relaxing for the rest of the night. Az had never left either. Just dropped himself on the couch the moment his body felt numb from the alcohol he had consumed with Mikey. Both of them were quiet until the following morning. As neither Mikey nor Az had slept. Both were quiet with a bit of drink in their system. With the sun now shining through the front doors of the club. Mikey yawned softly as he sat himself up on his chair, trying to bring back some blood flow in his legs.

The next moment was a ding from his phone and Az's from Pietri stating that she is stable enough to go home. They would be back at the Pit around noon. She still had some head injury but was no longer on watch since she passed the night stable. Her arm was together and wrapped up and her bandages only needed to be changed every few hours since the bleeding had stopped. She did need stitches on her thigh due to the metal cutting her badly. When Mikey read the text, he sighed heavily before texting Damascus about the situation. He did care for Mikey's sister since he knew her when he met Mikey back in the day.

Az had read the message for himself as well, taking a long inhale from a cigarette before exhaling it into the hazy club. He had lost count of the number he had for the night. The drink certainly didn't help that. When he spoke, his voice was still a gritty his. "Glad she's okay...Hope she ain't fuckin' mad we weren't there. Don't think it woulda been good for 'ya to show up all beat up, and me covered in people juice."

A faint snort was made upon hearing 'people juice' "Yeah... I don't know if she will be or not. But you do need to get cleaned up. I requested Damascus to come pick us up and bring us to my house. You can get cleaned up in the spare bedroom. I probably have spare clothes you can use." Mikey stated as he lifted himself up from the chair with a grunt, feeling heavy and sore all over. "Shouldn't take him long. About 10 minutes out right now"