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muserevival2015-04-05 11:30 pm
andifuckingloveit) wrote in muserevival2015-04-05 11:30 pm
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Drabble Challenge: 50 Drabbles, Table Set #1
#29: Tired
Mickey couldn’t really explain what had brought him to the front door of Kev and V’s place, tired and sweaty from trying to outrun Sammi for what had seemed like a small eternity. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit a part of him wouldn’t have minded if she’d landed a shot. Not if he and Ian weren’t going to be together anymore.
There was one reason he’d kept fighting, though, and that reason lay just beyond the door of this house. When Kev opened the door, Mickey caught his breath and very simply asked, “Svetlana and my kid here?”
Mickey couldn’t really explain what had brought him to the front door of Kev and V’s place, tired and sweaty from trying to outrun Sammi for what had seemed like a small eternity. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit a part of him wouldn’t have minded if she’d landed a shot. Not if he and Ian weren’t going to be together anymore.
There was one reason he’d kept fighting, though, and that reason lay just beyond the door of this house. When Kev opened the door, Mickey caught his breath and very simply asked, “Svetlana and my kid here?”