This takes place around three months after Mickey's proposal
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Mickey wasn't one for parties but Ian wanted tradition, and tradition meant bachelor parties.
So while Ian went to a fancy strip club or whatever the fuck he decided to do, Mickey went to the Alibi.
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Mickey was at the Alibi, getting drinks on the house from Kev, because in Kev's own words "it's a party right?!" When his and Ian's song comes on, (que the song above). Fuck it made him think about what Ian could be doing right now, hopefully nothing stupid right?
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Ian wasn't stupid, but he sure as hell knew how to party! While Mickey was God knows where doing God knows what. He was at Fairytale, where he used to work, thankfully not anymore but it's a good way to party!
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After hours of drinking and dancing, maybe a dash of cocaine being involved, Ian found himself up on stage, dancing on a pole, something he never thought he would do ever again.
The only things that spurred him on were Mandy yelling shouts of encouragement, coke up the nose, and booze in the blood.
So there he was, pole dancing in front of all his siblings, his close friends, and then some randoms at the club he used to work at.
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When Kevin yelled body shots you better believe that Mickey turned down a chance for alcohol, which he never does by the way. No way in hell was he putting his mouth on another person, or having another person put their mouth on him.
"No fucking way I'm doing that!" Mickey yelled getting up from his barstool "it is 1:30 in the morning, I'm going home." He said getting up grabbing his coat.
"Mickey c'mon man!" Kev called out as Mickey walked out of the bar, flipping Kev the bird on the way out.
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Ian was a drunken choked up mess, but fun is fun.
Mandy had to drag his ass off of the stage and to the back of the club. "Ian listen to me, you gotta go home, it's really late and Mickey is probably already home getting worried about where you're at." She stated before slinging Ian's arm over her shoulders.
"Nononono it's fine, Mickey is fiiine" Ian claims before trying to wriggle out of Mandy's grasp. Which was unsuccessful to begin with.
"No. Ian you're coming home" she says dragging Ian out of the club by his arm. "Jesus Ian you're fucking heavy!" Mandy yells trying to drag Ian down the street to his and Mickey's apartment. "There is no fucking way I'm dragging you all the way home, I'm calling Mickey" she says pulling out her phone.
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Just as Mickey starts to unlock the door his phone begins to ring. He pulls out his phone and looks at the contact. Mandy. His heart drops. Mandy is with Ian, she'd only call if something went seriously wrong, like if Ian suddenly crashed and needed him.
He presses the answer button. "What's going on? What's wrong? Is Ian okay?" He asks in a panicked voice.
"Calm down butter balls, he's drunk and high, I tried getting him there myself but he's fucking heavy" Mandy says with a laugh.
"Oh okay... thank God. I though he crashed, I'll be there shortly." He breathes out. He hangs up and takes his keys from the apartment door and walks down two flights of stairs. "God damnit Ian" Mickey mumbles pointing the key fob at the car and unlocking it.
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Mickey pulls up outside the club and climbs out. "Cmere Ian" he says dragging Ian to the car and opening the door.
Ian slumps into the front seat and Mickey closes the door.
"Let's get you home baby"
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Forever Soulmates (Gallavich)
FanfictionIan and Mickey are meant to be, no matter what. Through everything in life. They're soul mates, they always have been, and they always will be.
