Takes place two weeks post wedding. Ian's working to regain his position as an EMT and Mickey works a mechanic.
Enjoy the boys texting!
—Ian: Hey baby
Ian: I'm pretty sure this is when I text you about my parents crying over how much they loved the pictures
Mickey: Hey now, don't go gettin' my hopes up
Ian: Yeah, I know how much Franks blessing meant to you
Mickey: Suck my dick, Gallagher
Ian: Okay, Gallagher🤤
Mickey: Why the fuck are you texting me, you thirsty bitch
Mickey: Don't you got a job?
Ian: Sorry mom
Mickey: Shut your trap, Gallagher and go save a life
Ian: Jesus, I'm on my break and I know you are too so shut the fuck up
Mickey: Is that some way to talk to your husband?
Mickey: Tsk
Ian: Pretty sure that would mean we'd have to respect each other
Ian: Kinda never learned how to do that
Mickey: Dont worry, I'll teach ya
Ian: You of all people teaching me respect?
Ian: Yeah, good joke, babe
Mickey: Fuck you very much
Mickey: I happen to be very respectable, got the tattoos to prove it
Ian: You're so fucked in the head, Christ
Mickey: All for you
Mickey: Waddaya want, hm?
Ian: Got in touch with our photographer
Ian: And don't act like you haven't been nagging him for the pictures
Mickey: Nope, know you been doin' the same
Mickey: Two sides of the same coin or some bullshit
Ian: Beauty and brains, my dream man
Mickey: That's me, what can I say?
Ian: Say you love me
Mickey: Sap. Fuckin' love you
Ian: Love you most.
Ian: Turns out you threatened the guy enough for the both of us so he was more than willing
Ian: Found my favorite one, actually
Mickey: Yeah? Show me
Ian: [image attached]