"raven, is there anything you maybe... i dont know, wanna get off your chest?" mick asked suspiciously, watching raven as she returned her attention to him from slash. the pair were sitting at the bar in her kitchen, raven watching everyone mess around in the living room.
"nope," she shakes her head.
"raven."
"nu uh."
"yes."
"no."
"raven were not stupid," mick deadpans. "tommy already asked me if you told me something and we've both talked to duff, steven and ozzy. we all know something happened we just dont know what."
at this point, there is no such thing as a secret. raven learned that the hard way. she confided in mick and she knew he hasnt said anything but what she hasnt quite concluded yet it how everyone else figured it out. tommy, she has no clue becuase she didnt think he was that smart. duff and steven also wouldve been left up soley to ozzy telling them something or if they f— wait a second. ozzy. God, sometimes raven hated her brother.
raven brushes off micks words with the roll of her eyes. "you dont know."
mick scoffs loudly and a bit too quickly for raven's liking. "actually we do. you were outside for at least an hour, you were both flushed when you came back and when we were watching that movie, you were both acting so... bizarre."
raven rolls her eyes again, this time with an exaggerated sigh. "what the hell are you on about now?"
mick groans, taking a long swig of vodka before answering this time. "you were being nice to each other. he brought you fucking ice cream when he got his and you sat next to him! thats fucking weird raven!" he exclaims, crossing his arms.
"maybe i was just in a good mood. we did used to be best friends yknow," she tries.
mick shakes his head at her, calling her bluff. "oh yeah? then how come you were in a shitty mood when you went outside?" when raven looks down and doesnt even attempt to come up with an excuse, mick smirks. he knows he's got her now, red handed. "listen, ive been a supporter of this for like the entire month now. i think i deserve a little something here, maybe some credit for the whole thing?"
it is now ravens turn to scoff loudly at the thought of giving him credit for anything. she sighs before answering. "we... talked."
it takes a mick a second as he narrows his eyes at her, pondering her answer. "just talked?"
"there may have been... some kissing—just a little!" she quickly adds the last bit.
mick chuckles to himself, "well what did you talk about?"
"well were... uhm... were just... yeah," she shrugs, assuming mick gets what she's trying to say.
he does not. "...what?"
raven rolls her eyes again. "were not gonna see other people."
micks eyes widen and his shoulders and jaw both drop in shock. he knew he told slash to make it official with raven but he didn't think he'd actually have the balls to do it. "LETS FUCKING GO!" mick jumps up, pumping two fists in the air before one quickly flies to his back and he makes his way back down onto the couch. he clears his throat before he speaks again. "so your officially together now?"
"no."
mick rolls his eyes and shakes his head, knowing she's lying by the way her right eyebrow twitches. "alright dude, just admit your in love with the guy and we'll call it a day," he crosses his arms in waiting.
"im not," raven mimics his position. "he's just a good kisser. and when to people make-out and its nice, they do it again."
"...and again and again..." mick trails off, teasingly. "cmon, just admit you dont hate him. you cant even say that anymore, actually."
"i mean i d-"
"SHUT UP!" mick snaps, dramatically holding one hand out as if to say 'talk to the hand'. "do NOT ruin this for me."
later that day, when the group is at the hotel, they've all split up into their normal hangouts. the motleys went out to the strip club with axl and izzy, duff and steven were asleep in ravens room (duff on the bed and steven curled into the chair), ozzy and flora ran out to get snack for the movie night and slash was... somewhere. he'd said he'd be coming by later but that was three hours ago so raven's not quite sure where he was.
the truth was, mick had come back early to talk to slash alone. poor slash. trapped in his room with mick.
slash was laying across his bed on his stomach contemplating life and the choices he's made to get to the position he's in now with mick, who's sitting in the chair across from him. "so you and raven are together then? right?"
he groans into the white sheets before mumbling, "is there anything she doesnt tell you?"
mick scoffs. "i could only be so lucky. i think thats where steven and ozzy beat me. she just said you weren't gonna see other people."
"in those words?" slash looks up through his curls from where his stare was lingering on the red carpeting.
"always with the details," mick rolls his eyes. "no but close enough. just say your together."
slash groans again and stands up, putting on a black sabbath t-shirt. "i dont have time for this, man. im supposed to be at her room to watch a movie."
unfortunately, mick already knew he didn't mean they'd be alone. it was always this way. everybody was well aware of the group of six, all coming together in ravens room by 11 to watch a movie. "just say it, it takes all of five seconds, dude."
slash sighs, standing in the opening of the door. "me and raven are together. does that satisfy you?"
mick smiles happily. "very. and by the way, i lied. again. nikki really is done with raven."
slash sighs and rolls his eyes in annoyance and walks out the door. had the idea of nikki and raven together really get under his skin that much? he didnt even care anymore. now she really was his.
