Gallavich Fluff & Smut

You're more intoxicating than the drank

Hi. My story is currently sad, so I decided to give y'all a short break before diving Right back inbeto the story.
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Written By: BekkaChaos (on AO3)
I know I say a lot about MickeysTonic, but BekkaChaos is my favorite writer on AO3 and Wattpad. I started this whole book with BekkaChaos. Enjoy!
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Summary:
Mickey and Ian taking body shots off of each other at the Alibi.
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It was a Saturday night and the Alibi Room was buzzing.

Sure, there weren’t a whole lot of people but everyone was running on a high, it was just a good night in general.

Mickey sat at the bar with Ian as Mandy danced with Debbie. He had a beer in one hand and the other hand on Ian’s knee.

“Still think the Sox were robbed,” he said, taking a big swig and Ian chuckled.

“You’re too biased to form a logical opinion,” Ian grinned. “Finish your damn drink.”

“What, gonna turn in early or somethin’?” Mickey asked, finishing off the last of his beer.

“Maybe,” Ian shrugged.

“You guys are leaving already?” Kev said from behind the bar. “Early night for the two of you ain’t it?”

“I never said I was done drinkin’,” Mickey said.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Kev said. “Two of you want a couple of shots?”

Mickey gave Ian a grin and he rolled his eyes with a playful eyebrow raise.

“Make it two tequilas,” he said.

“Lemon or lime’s a buck extra,” Kev said.

“Of course it is,” Mickey said.

“Bring it on,” Ian said and Kev poured two shots and handed them a salt shaker and some lemon wedges.

Mickey went to grab the salt but Ian caught his wrist in his hand instead.

“Oh no, we’re gonna do this my way,” he said, taking the salt from the table. “And you can’t say anything about it.”

He licked the inside of his wrist and shook the salt over it to make it stick. Mickey just shook his head.

“You love makin’ a scene don’t you?” he said as he grabbed Ian’s hand to run his tongue over the patch of salt.

He dragged it slowly before he was pulling away to do the shot and then suck on the lemon wedge.

“Was that so hard?” he said with a smirk and Mickey kicked his shin gently.

“Alright wise-ass, your turn,” Mickey said, dragging his thumb over his tongue and then wiping it on his neck. “Get the damn salt.”