"No shit?" he raises an eyebrow, "what's the catch? No one is just going hand over free booze."
Mickey leans on the rail and looks over the unfamiliar city. It's weird not being able to recognize the skyline, he's never been out of Chicago before and he knew that skyline as well as he knew his own name. Hell, he could probably tell you every time the L was due to pass by at any given spot.
He puts the cigarette between his lips, cups his hand around the end and lights it before handing the lighter back and taking a long drag. Shit it was good. He never figured himself to be addicted to them or anything, it was just one of those things everyone did. You smoked and drank before you even knew you weren't supposed to until a certain age.
"Fuck that's good," he says, blowing the smoke at the city.
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Mickey leans on the rail and looks over the unfamiliar city. It's weird not being able to recognize the skyline, he's never been out of Chicago before and he knew that skyline as well as he knew his own name. Hell, he could probably tell you every time the L was due to pass by at any given spot.
He puts the cigarette between his lips, cups his hand around the end and lights it before handing the lighter back and taking a long drag. Shit it was good. He never figured himself to be addicted to them or anything, it was just one of those things everyone did. You smoked and drank before you even knew you weren't supposed to until a certain age.
"Fuck that's good," he says, blowing the smoke at the city.