[ a kid who's been through juvie several times, sold a lot of drugs, ran a small prostitution business, fathered a kid and married a russian hooker, so been through some shit, but still only 19, no matter how much he swings his shotgun around or talks crime. something mickey tends to forget on his own often - very often. ]
Hey, there you go. [ mickey smirks turning back to look at the guy, praising the command there. pacing back (without a lot of urgency, because he has to be a little prick), mickey flops onto one of the couches or chairs, shotgun settled over his lap. ]
Okay. Let's talk.
[ reaching forward, he grabs at a pack of cigarettes on a coffee table, tapping one out and digging around for a lighter while he waits. ]
no subject
Hey, there you go. [ mickey smirks turning back to look at the guy, praising the command there. pacing back (without a lot of urgency, because he has to be a little prick), mickey flops onto one of the couches or chairs, shotgun settled over his lap. ]
Okay. Let's talk.
[ reaching forward, he grabs at a pack of cigarettes on a coffee table, tapping one out and digging around for a lighter while he waits. ]