Mickey groaned loudly when he woke up the next morning , blinking as he opened his eyes before yawning and rolling over . Almost falling onto the floor due to lying on a sofa and groaning out in pain at the pain shooting in his leg due to the movement
A looks up at the sound of a laugh , finding tate leant up against the door frame of the living room with a coffee mug in his hand , a pair of plaid pj bottoms loose on his legs with a tight tank top covering his chest
Seeing tate causes Mickey to glance around , his face scrunching up at the neat and unfamiliar living room he was in
It was practically empty other than two couches and a large amount of canvases leant up against the wall
Big tubs of paints along with little tubes , the wall beside it seeming to be used as a painting palette while paint brushes were cluttered together in anything from vases down to beer bottles filled with water
" where the fuck am I ? ", Mickey grumbles as he sat up slowly and looked to tate with a frown
" my apartment , it's down town ", tate shrugs , a small amused smile still playing at his lips as he brought his mug up and took a sip of coffee " you passed out when I was stitching you up , so I hauled you onto the couch "
Mickey glances down to his ripped jeans , one of the pant legs were cut off , a large section bandaged up
" huh ... where's Ian ?", he raises his brows as he looked tate over , eyes narrowing slightly
" dropped him off late last night , family drama or something ", tate shrugs , lips still twitched up in amusement as he looked at Mickey
" fucking Gallaghers", Mickey grumbles as he tried to stand up , grunting and putting most of his weight onto his other leg as tate only watched in amusement
" how do you know ian , anyway ?", Mickey grumbles as he limped over to where tate was stood
Tate grins then " same way you know ian , I'm guessing , he's my pretty little red head , he is ", he chuckled lightly as mickey stumbles back a step , jaw clenching as he looked over to tate
" you fucking?", Mickey scowls up at him
" nah , not yet , you ruined our date last night with getting shot , kinda a let down ", tate tuts softly , mockingly patting Mickey's cheek only to be slapped away harshly
" fuck off me , man ", Mickey glared at him , but tate only chuckles as he turns and goes into the kitchen with his empty mug
" aww , can't bare me already , too bad you gotta lay low here for a few more days , right ? Might wanna stay on my good side before I kick you out for the cops to play with"
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" where'd you get this car ?", Ian raises a brow as he looked over at his older brother from where he was sat in the passenger seat of said car
" borrowed it from Steve . I've been working with him a bit ", lip tells him as he kept his gaze forward , looking at their house across the road
" doing what ?", Ian purses his lips , giving lip a look that makes him scoff as he begun to smile , that giving away anything he'd be able to say with words
" uh , you better not let Fiona find out about it or she'll kill you... and him ", Ian tells him as he rubbed his lip in thought before resting his face on his hand as he looked out the window
" you doing okay ?", lip asks after a few moments of watching Ian stick to his thoughts quietly
" lot going on ", Ian shrugs off with a small shake of the head as he spares a glance to lip before looking back out the window
