you make me shiver with the fire you got....
this thing we started, i don't want it to stop.
lip gallagher x fem! oc
shameless us/ season one-five
childhood friends to lovers tro...
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 that Spencer and Mickey found themselves in was a lot more, rough around the edges, to put it lightly. Located just along the back alley of a dimly lit street corner swamped in the midst of trash and discarded bottles sat a hub of clung together individuals and their exploring hands.
There was a bouncer who'd been patrolling the outskirts of the area, but they'd managed to slip past him with a fabricated lies about how they were here to 'check something out'. Luckily, he hadn't asked for further details and let Spencer in first, but had stopped Mickey to request for him to turn his pockets over. He'd responded to that with a fruitful fuck off and a finger due to his unwarranted attempt at frisking him.
Upon entery, both Spencer and Mickey had been shuffling their way in and around large teems of inebriated patrons, along with a couple men in business suits that were getting a little too frisky with the bar staff. "This looks worse than the other one."
"Just don't say anything and stay behind me, I want to get this shit over with." ordered Mickey. A man and what seemed to be his date, although the pale younger looking individual didn't seem to match him in any sense of the word, had been blocking his path for a long-standing amount of minutes too many for him to handle.
"Fucking move, yes you!" On command, they shifted to the other side in discernment at his boldness.
"You see anything?"
Reluctantly, Spencer did a quick sweep of their general surroundings. And landed across a vastly intimate scene of an older presenting gentleman going to town on the earlobe of a guy who looked to be no older then 20. Seemingly, that was a common theme with a lot of the hot and bothered suits that had obviously come here for pleasure instead of business.
They were grey-haired, aged with spots and adorned ties or golf shirts. The type who probably had an unknowing wife and a lapse of luxury at home. "So far, just things that I don't really want to."
He took that on the chin and kept shovelling his way deeper into the cesspit of people, only coming to a screeching halt when he stumbled across a private lap dance happening on a secluded sofa and a sporadic tousled mess of auburn hair that could only belong to one person.
Lagging a little behind like she had since the beginning of this adventurous rescue mission, Spencer finally came across it too and felt her breath catch at Ian under the dim lights. She wasn't even given the opportunity to question if she was seeing things before Mickey went storming in on the man who Ian was giving a lap dance to.
"Times up, love birds. Get up." Nothing. "That means get the fuck up assholes, it's my turn."
Eventually, less to his pleasure, the man rose from his comfortable spot at the helm of Ian's services and fastened his loose belt. "I'll look for you later Curtis."
