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fictionalcharactersaremypassion · 2 days ago

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Bailing Out The Brother-In-Law

It's not important to the story but Ian and Mickey are in their apartment

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Ian’s cell phone was buzzing.

The fucker just had to leave his brightness up on high so now it lit up the whole damn room. Being a light sleeper, it woke Mickey up almost immediately, grumbling as soon as he was semi coherent and figured out what it was.

“Ian.” There was no answer. His husband slept soundly beside him. “Fuck, man. Answer the damn phone.”

He was out like a light, these new meds he was put on the other day really hitting him hard with the drowsiness. When the buzz stopped, the light went out. Mickey relaxed. Least he wouldn’t have to get outta the bed to check. S’probably nothing anyway. Ian was in that stupid Gallagher group chat that Mickey was also technically included in but he’d frequently take himself out of.

But then it lit up again, this time it was a text.

“Jesus Christ,” Mickey threw his blanket off, stalking around the side of the bed to read it. They didn’t make it a habit of using each other’s phones but they knew the passwords incase of an emergency or whatnot.

The missed call was the first notification that popped up. Mickey’s interest rose, his eyebrows flying up to his hairline. He was very familiar with that number- it was the local jail.

As for the text or rather texts, Tami spammed Ian’s cell with five messages. She was at home with baby Fred and didn’t want to wake him up after he’d been so difficult to put down for the night. She added that Lip got himself arrested somehow and if Ian would go bail him out using the money she sent him, she’d appreciate it.

With his sleep-addled brain, Mickey took this all in. Now, he could have woken Ian up, made him go out there in the middle of the night to fetch his dumbass brother and go back to bed for some much needed sleep.

A smirk grew on Mickey’s face.

But that would have been too fucking good of an opportunity to waste.

Mickey threw on a pair of jeans and a zip-up jacket. He slipped some shoes on, wrote a note for his husband should he wake up before he returned and out the door he went.

It was different to be in the ambulance without Ian. The radio was on to give him some noise but it was nothing like his husband, who filled any and all silence with useless facts or innuendos or other goofy ass shit.

At least the traffic was light this time of night.

As he sat at a red light, Mickey wondered what the boy-genius had done to get himself arrested. He didn’t have the guts to do the hardcore stuff, even though he’d disagree and go off to sulk like a little bitch. Mickey knew what he was talking about. Hell, he wouldn’t have believed that floppy-haired, doe eyed, all American boy scout looking kid Ian had been at fifteen woulda gone to prison and lasted.

Because Mickey wasn’t a dumbass himself, he didn’t park the stolen ambulance in front of the police station. He was a block or so down, walking the rest of the way.

“Ay,” he said to the front clerk when he got inside. “I’m here for Lip- Phillip Gallagher.”

“Okay,” the chick at the desk said. She typed into a computer, pulling up a file. “He has a bail of two thousand dollars. Are you able to pay that now?”

Mickey held a comment on that, his curiosity mounting because of the amount. The fuck did Lip do? “Yeah,” he handed over Ian’s card, his hand shoved back down into his jeans pocket.

When it was all done and processed, he was given a receipt to take back. Had to go through the metal decor too, reminded him that it was a damn good thing he’d taken his knife outta his jacket pocket yesterday so the thing could be washed.

“He’s through these doors,” an officer came to escort him.

“Yeah, okay,” Mickey then had an idea. “Ay, can I have a few minutes with him before you release him?”

“Knock yourself out,” the officer didn’t object. He led Mickey through the doors, directed him to where Lip’s holding cell was and then went to sit back down. “Just tell me when you’re done.”

“‘Kay,” Mickey saw his brother-in-law sitting down on the bench, eyes closed, head leaning back against the wall. Whatever happened, he didn’t look to ruffled, just fucking tired. “Well, well, well,” he drawled. Lip’s head whipped around to face him, and he groaned loudly. “Look like what we have here. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you on the other side, Phillip.”

“What are you doing here?” Lip was back on his feet, standing right at the bars. “I asked for Ian to come.”

“And you’re out of luck. He’s sleepin’.”

“Great,” Lip grumbled.

Mickey smirked. “How’s it like in there? Anybody made you their bitch yet?”

Lip wasn’t amused. “I’ve been in this cell the whole time, Mickey. I haven’t seen anyone else.” Then it seemed to register to him what’d been said. “Hold the fuck up. What makes you think I’d be anyone’s bitch?”

This was too fucking funny to Mickey. He snorted. “Like you’d be takin’ anybody down. They’d have your college ass before you could start shootin’ out useless shit like you always do.”

“Fuck you.”

“Think Ian would object to that,” a devilish grin grew on Mickey’s face. “He railed me for hours last night.”

As predicted, Lip was disgusted. “I don’t want to hear about your sex life, Mickey.”

“Ain’t like you got anything else to do,” Mickey shrugged.

Lip’s scowl that appeared suddenly vanished, but he was still visibly annoyed. “Wait a minute. Where’s the guy that’s supposed to let me out? You paid for the bail, right?”

Mickey was deliberately silent, arching his brow. Lip asked more aggressively,

“Right?”

Mickey chose not to say anything just to fuck with him.

“Mickey, I swear to God-”

“Take the tampon out of your ass and chill your fucking tits, man. I did the damn thing.”

Lip was still glaring at him. “Then why hasn’t anyone released me yet?”

His question was ignored. “You gonna explain what you did to get yourself thrown in here?”

“It’s not important,” Lip muttered, averting his gaze.

“Whatever, man. I got all night.”

“No, you don’t,” Lip tried to argue. “Ian-”

“-can be on his own for a while,” Mickey finished.

Lip was frustrated. “Fuck, why can’t you just get me out of here? I told Tami I’d be back soon.”

“Your baby mama will understand,” Mickey said uncaringly. “Just tell me what ya did and I’ll tell the guy to get you out.”

“You don’t even care!” Lip exclaimed.

“I do when I get to see self-righteous ass finally get put in your place,” Mickey said smugly.

Lip looked to be two seconds away from tearing his own hair out.

Personally, Mickey would pay to see it.

Resigned to the fact that he wasn’t getting out there anytime soon, at least without giving in to Mickey’s demand, he sighed. “I met a guy online-”

“I fucking knew that ninety-six percent straight was bullshit! Good for Tami, though. Always thought she could do better than you.”

Lip gave Mickey a withering look. “He’s part of some neighborhood group for parents, helping them get supplies and shit.”

“And?”

“We started talking because Fred’s going through diapers faster than Tami and I can buy. The guy said he could get us a few boxes.Should’ve known they were stolen.” He sighed. “He told me where to go to get them, cops came and he ran so they arrested me.”

“That’s gotta be the stupidest fucking thing to get arrested for.”

“I know,” Lip said shortly. He dragged a hand down his face. “I’ve always been able to spot scams. I don’t know what happened.”

Nobody spoke for a moment.

“Not surprised it was you, though.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lip said sharply.

Mickey shrugged. “Figured it wasn’t anything hardcore, you know?”

“It could’ve been.” There was a touch of defensiveness to Lip’s voice. Riling up his brother-in-law was a favorite pastime of his. Ian had long learned to stop trying to get him to quit doing it.

“Nah, man,” Mickey said dismissively. “You ain’t cut out for that shit.”

“You don’t get to decide that!” Lip was getting angry. Fuck, this was too easy.

“Boo fucking hoo. Go cry to your baby mama.”

“Well, maybe I would if I wasn’t fucking stuck here!”

“Probably got a point there,” Mickey said nonchalantly.

Lip looked murderous. “Mickey, go get someone to let me out.”

“Hang on a sec,” Mickey took out his phone, snapping a quick picture. He showed Lip just to be a little shit. “Ay, see. That’s group chat worthy. Not you askin’ bout shit nobody cares about.”

“Don’t send that-”

“Too late,” Mickey said with a grin.

Lip clenched his jaw.

His phone pinged. Mickey glanced at it. “Your beard wants to know if you’re coming home soon.”

“Well, I’d like to know that too - Tami’s not my beard!”

“Whatever,” Mickey shrugged. “I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna go take a piss. Wait here.”

He snickered to himself after that last part.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for this, Mickey!” Lip shouted as he strolled away. He smiled sheepishly when a couple of officers looked his way, quickly looking as far as he could see but by that point, Mickey was no longer in sight. “Mickey, get back here! I swear to God....”

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