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Mickey POV.
“Hey fire crotch.” I said, “Get me another beer?"
“Damn Mick you know where the fridge is.” He said.
“Fire crotch.” I said, so he’d look at me, Ian looked annoyed; I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
Ian smiled at me.
“Well if it isn’t Monica’s mistake.” Frank said.
“Shut up Frank.” He said quietly.
I turned and looked at Ian, was he scared? Of Frank?
Why was he scared of Frank?
“That’s all you are, a mistake.” Frank said.
“Hey Frank.” I said, “Wanna shut up.”
“Well if it isn’t Mickey, Mick.” He said, “How it going?”
“Better if you left Frank.” I said.
“Yeah, what are going to do if I dont?” Frank asked.
“You like your teeth Frank?” I asked, cracking my knuckles, Frank smiled at me, I scoffed at him. Frank put his hands up and walked out, Ian looked relived.
“Thanks Mick.” He said, I nodded at him
“You gonna get me that beer Gallagher?” I asked jokingly.
He smiled at me
I’ll protect him always.