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The bonus of Ian not drinking because of his medicine, he got to watch all the drunks and be entertained for hours. Mickey was pleasantly drunk at this point and babbling about random things. “Definitely like a hot guy,” Mickey mumbled.
“You definitely have a type though,” Kev pointed out, washing out glasses behind the bar.
“Do not,” Mickey argued.
“Nuh uh,” Kev disagrees.
“Red head,” Kermit piped up down the bar, giggling to himself as he looked at the couple.
“Bat shit crazy,” Tommy continued, leaning around Kermit to look at them as well. Ian was smiling at this point.
“Packing nine inches!” Kermit, Tommy, and Kev shouted, laughing uncontrollably.
“Shut the fuck up,” Mickey grumbled.
“There sounds to be a story behind that completely accurate statement,” Ian said. He just put an arm around his now embarrassed husband and looked pointedly at Kevin – waiting for the story.
“I think it was when you were hospitalized the first time,” Kevin said. “Mick here was drowning his sorrows. When along comes this fake ass blonde, trying to proposition him. He told her that she wasn’t his type.”
“He said red head,” Tommy said. “She countered that she was down in her muff.” Ian giggled.
“Then he said bat shit crazy,” Kermit continued. “She said ‘check’. Like she was proud that she was ticking the boxes for his list.”
“Then he turned to her and held up two hand, ‘packing nine inches’,” Kev laughed. “She looked so disappointed.”
“Wasn’t disappointed later when she realized I was trying to kill her ass,” Mickey grumbled.
“Sammi tried to hit on you?” Ian questioned.
“And all these three fuckers witnessed it apparently,” Mickey replied. “I was so drunk that I barely remember it happening.”
“Well, since most of that is my type, wanna share Mick?” V teased. “I’d love another nine inches – I’d even let you in the back door to make you feel more comfortable Ian.”
“No one shares,” Mickey just about growled. Ian chuckled and pulled his husband in closer.
“Don’t worry Mick, I don’t plan on letting anyone else up on this,” Ian reassured him. “And definitely no women, sorry V.”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” V shrugged.