What Happens in Mexico

C

"The house was occupied by what investigators believe to be several suspects involved in the infamous sex trafficking ring led by Hector Rivera who is currently in U.S custody." Ian had been sat on the couch watching the news for the entire day. "This was believed to be an act of gang violence as one of the deceased is believed to be the very man who entrapped Rivera. Mickey Milkovich again put his life on the line to stop these men, he will be remembered for his services to this country. It is a great loss we face today."

"Bullshit. Fucking Bullshit." Ian was day drinking and hadn't showered since yesterday.

"Hey bud." Fiona sat next to Ian. "You got work tomorrow?"

"No." Ian didn't look at her. "I quit."

Fiona didn't know how to help him. All she could to was look at him with a deep sadness in her heart.

"Well I tried to quit." Ian corrected himself. "They told me to take some PTO to 'grieve'."

Fiona wasn't sure why Ian made it sound like he wasn't really grieving, but she had never really been in his position so she didn't question his actions. "Is there anything you want? To eat I mean. I don't think I've seen you consume anything other than alcohol today." She took a sip of his beer.

"I don't want anything. I'm never going to want anything ever again." Ian spoke like the world was cold and void of anything good.

"Ian I know this feels like it will hurt forever but it won't. You'll get through this. Time heals all wounds." Fiona's pep talk was ineffective.

Ian breathed out a heavy sigh. "Time never did shit for me." He got up and put on a jacket.

"Where you going?" Fiona was concerned.

"We are out of booze." Ian made his way to the Alibi. It wasn't easy but he made it to the bar unscathed.

"Ian!" Kev shouted. He was all patched up and working. Everyone seemed fine and Ian was confused. "We've been drinking to Mickey all day. Everyone's already bought you a few rounds."

Ian took a seat and Kev had already poured him a shot. Ian downed the shot fast and easily. "Keep em' coming." Ian had already started to feel better.

Kev gave Ian a look of concern.

"Don't kill my buzz Kev." Ian ordered him. "I mean this is a celebration!" Ian shouted obnoxiously. "I mean we did it. We got those assholes crying to their mothers. So I'd like another shot please." Ian demanded more sternly. Kev poured him another and they all cheered.

"Southside lives on!" A man raised his glass. They all cheered to that.

Ian laughed and joked with the guys for hours. "You know the news people are calling Mickey a 'National Hero'." Ian laughed.

"I know. Bet they'd come up with a different name for him if they knew the guy in person." Kev joked and everybody laughed with him except for Ian.

"They talk about him like they're ready to fucking canonize him." Ian started to get angry but no one could tell.

"They should! That guy took bullets and dicks to the ass! Bravest man I have ever met. Honest to god." Kev raised his glass again to Mickey but as humble he could.

"Like any of that matters now though. Not like anyone really gave a shit about him. I mean half of you fuckers are just looking for a good reason to get drunk in the middle of the day. Bet he'd fuckin love this though." Ian downed his last free shot.

"Hey." Kev said more sincerely and a little softer. "I give a shit. We all do. He was a good man." He shook his head to let Ian know he wasn't joking around anymore.