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The L Train.
At this point in her life, Fiona's willpower was about as sturdy as wet cardboard.
So, ignoring Jimmy lasted exactly until they reached the L train station. Then, it was over.
Fiona turned back and spoke. "Your car's gonna get stolen if you leave it there."
Jimmy grinned. "It was stolen anyway."
Fiona cracked a smile, realized her mistake, and quickly put her stern face back on. She ignored him again, swiping through the turnstile and walking onto the train.
Jimmy followed, sitting right next to her. He smiled and asked, "How have things been?"
Fiona turned her head away, refusing to speak.
Jimmy thought for a mont, then started explaining the situation with Estefania on his own. "When I went to Brazil before, there were so... complications. Estefania's father is a local drug lord..."
"I had to marry Estefania, or I was a dead man."
Even though Fiona wasn't looking at him, she was definitely listening. Hearing this, she couldn't hold back her anger. She whipped her head around and glared at him. "You think that explains everything? You got married! That explains nothing!"
Jimmy gave a bitter smile. "As soon as Estefania gets her Green Card, I can divorce her."
Fiona sneered. "You are married! Do a favor and go sit the fck sowhere else!"
Jimmy hesitated for a second. Thinking that he had plenty of ti and didn't need to rush this, he got up and moved to a different seat.
Fiona turned her head to look out the window again.
Ti flew by.
They arrived at the club.
Fiona continued to treat Jimmy like air and started her shift.
Jimmy, having nothing better to do, found a seat, ordered a drink, and waited for Fiona to get off work.
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8:30 PM.
After finishing dinner and taking a shower, Ian changed into his best clothes, preparing to head out to a bar. "I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back later."
Given Ian's ntal state, Lip really couldn't rest easy. "How about I co with you?"
Ian looked at Lip's leg and gave a faint smile. "Forget it. You should just rest."
"I can walk with the crutches. Just a bit slower, that's all," Lip insisted.
Ian shook his head, not wanting to argue. He started walking out. "No need. I'll be back later."
Lip was worried and instinctively wanted to chase after him. Unfortunately, his leg wasn't healed, so he couldn't keep up even if he tried. He had to give up. "Make sure you co back tonight. Don't make Fiona go out looking for you in the middle of the night again."
"Yeah," Ian replied without looking back.
Soon, Ian was out the door and walking briskly toward the L train station.
On the side of the road, Mickey, who had been sitting in his car for a long ti, saw Ian. He perked up instantly, energized. He thought for a second, forced himself to be patient, and waited until Ian was a bit further away before starting the car and slowly following.
Ian's attention was focused on the club he was heading to, so he didn't notice Mickey trailing him.
Arriving at the station.
Ian went up the stairs.
Mickey quickly parked the car, got out, and followed him up.
As a Milkovich, Mickey had so experience in the stalking departnt.
He followed him for nearly an hour.
Eventually, one after the other, they arrived in front of a gay club on the North Side.
Looking at the club, which appeared pretty upscale, Ian took a deep breath. He had never really been to a place like this before. He walked toward the entrance, hoping to sneak in.
But the black bouncer at the door reached out and blocked him. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen," Ian lied, steeling himself.
The bouncer looked Ian up and down, not buying it. "Let see so ID."
Hearing this, Ian knew he was screwed. But he didn't want to give up, so he decided to struggle a bit. He pretended to pat his pockets, then said apologetically, "I forgot to bring it."
The bouncer gave a cold smirk. "Can't let you in. Move along."
Just as the words left his mouth.
Jimmy's father, Ned, walked over. He spotted Ian imdiately, his eyes lighting up. He grinned and greeted the bouncer, "This handso young man is with ."
The bouncer imdiately stepped aside.
Ned naturally draped his arm around Ian's shoulder. "Let's go, handso."
Ian gave a shy smile—looking very submissive—and obediently let Ned guide him into the club.
Outside, in the shadows, Mickey had a cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched the whole scene unfold. He was pissed.
"Fck!" Mickey cursed angrily, taking several vicious drags on his cigarette.
Mickey had the urge to just leave. Fck Ian...
However, being the hopeless lovesick idiot he was deep down... Mickey couldn't bring himself to leave.
He struggled with the decision.
"FCK!!" He cursed again, gritted his teeth, and decided to go inside.
Mickey wanted to see exactly what the hell Ian was doing here. He had that look of a man who wouldn't give up until he saw the train wreck with his own eyes.
Mickey moved. He strode toward the entrance with practiced calm.
The bouncer didn't stop him.
Mickey entered the club smoothly.
The place was packed. It was wall-to-wall n. And most of them were paired up. Watching this... Mickey felt a little nauseous. He didn't want to look anymore, so he focused entirely on finding Ian.
After searching for four or five minutes, he found him.
Ned had his arm around Ian, and they were swaying slowly on the dance floor, talking and laughing.
Seeing this, Mickey's eyes widened. Rage boiled in his chest. Instinctively, his fists clenched. He wanted nothing more than to rush over and beat the sht out of Ned.
Just then.
A flamboyantly dressed guy holding a whiskey sashayed up to Mickey's side. He smiled, his voice incredibly effeminate. "Hi, pretty. Can I buy you a drink?"
Hearing that voice, Mickey instantly felt like vomiting. His anger spiked. "Fck off!"
The flamboyant guy was startled and patted his chest dramatically. "So feisty."
Muttering to himself, the guy sashayed away, swaying his hips as he went to find his next target.
Mickey watched him, genuinely unable to handle it. "What is this hellhole? How can anyone like coming here?"
Mickey really hated this kind of environnt.
After complaining to himself, Mickey looked back at Ian.
And took a closer look.
Good Lord!
Fck!
Mickey's pupils practically quaked. His eyes bulged in shock.
He stood there stunned for a few seconds, and then a thought surged into his mind.
Have these two been hooking up for a while?
As soon as that thought popped up, Mickey was consud by a blinding rage.
Fck you! Ian Gallagher!
He cursed silently but viciously, then turned and stord out. He decided right then and there that Ian Gallagher was dead to him!
Fck this sht!
Mickey couldn't hold it in. He cursed as he walked, completely failing to realize one crucial issue:
Ian was a Gallagher.
And Gallaghers were very direct when it ca to hooking up. They moved fast. A lot of the ti, even if they didn't know the person beforehand, all it took was a few sentences—or even just a few looks—and they were ready to fck.
Monts later.
Mickey practically sprinted out of the club, rushed to the curb, pulled out his cigarettes, lit one, and started chain-smoking furiously.
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